So What lyrics

[Intro: Duffy]
sh*t
You know the truth
b*tch
n*gga
(Verse2)

[Chorus: Duffy]
What's up in that duffel? That's a hundun
Wait, where that n*gga from? sh*t, so what?
We know the truth, fake n*ggas don't get no love
I just fell asleep on the b*tch, I be poured up
I just had a n*gga runnin' like he stole somethin'
Smoke with me, I keep pole on me, let me know somethin'
If I run into the opps, we finna throw up
Headshot, n*gga, uh, I might throw up

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Uchies on the dashboard, it ain't that hard
When it be time to go slidin', you don't be involved
Somebody please tell these brokе n*ggas knock it off
Yeah, you tried, but let mе really show you how to ball
n*ggas pump fakin', get the f*ck up out my face with that
Please don't worry 'bout my n*ggas, that's just gang and them
n*ggas lame, who is he? I don't know
Any opp that gets by, they send the lo' and I'ma go
I do what I wanna do and you do what you gotta do
I feel like these n*ggas' father figure, I'm responsible
Pour the Wock' up, this a deuce tonight, somethin' light
I'm in Hell's Kitchen, I've been mud walkin' with the pint
I'm a demon in the night with some ice
Snatch what? sh*t, yeah, alright, think twice
We outside, I guess the competition gave up
Down goes an opp, he got flu flammed and flamed up, uh
[Chorus: Duffy]
What's up in that duffel? That's a hundun
Wait, where that n*gga from? sh*t, so what?
We know the truth, fake n*ggas don't get no love
I just fell asleep on the b*tch, I be poured up
I just had a n*gga runnin' like he stole somethin'
Smoke with me, I keep pole on me, let me know somethin'
If I run into the opps, we finna throw up
Headshot, n*gga, uh, I might throw up

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
Somebody call Chiefin' over here, I'm tryna pour up
Told her, "Tear it off, b*tch, or get lost", P is so blown
I'll have my shooter knock his brains off with a head nod
Sue Yung throwin' tantrums in her mansion 'cause she miss me
Just Dance, we got four chops with us, n*gga, Diddy bop
Four coupes on his block, dumbfounded, what the city at?
It's all hunduns in the duffel bag, yeah, seriously
James Bond stashed in the Benz and hold the F&N (sh*t)
His b*tch got hit, he gon' slit his wrist
Pippy Long in this b*tch goin' bananas with the monkey grips
Don't give a f*ck where you from or them n*ggas that you be with
All fratenizers get control-alt-deleted
Any tough guys, we gon' have to put the street on 'em
n*gga, beat the block, we ain't f*ckin' with no chief Wiggims
Didn't I just tell you tough guys get the street on you?
"He was just playin', P, why the f*ck you leave his brains leakin'?"
[Chorus: Duffy]
What's up in that duffel? That's a hundun
Wait, where that n*gga from? sh*t, so what?
We know the truth, fake n*ggas don't get no love
I just fell asleep on the b*tch, I be poured up
I just had a n*gga runnin' like he stole somethin'
Smoke with me, I keep pole on me, let me know somethin'
If I run into the opps, we finna throw up
Headshot, n*gga, uh, I might throw up