Thank Us Now lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
b*tch
Hey

[Verse 1: Duffy]
The trenches in me, we gon' make it out
You could thank us later, you should thank us now
We do skits, that big mouth sh*t not allowed
Runnin' wild with a loaf of cash, you can't turn me down
Hm, I'm on a different type of time
I'm in my bag, b*tch, I ain't even in my prime
Cliquin' up with n*ggas who don't like us, get in line
Check the autopsy, he got hit with two nines

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
Here's a hundred, n*gga, f*ck a punchline
He in the club without a strap, that's an instant side eye
Any opp, we gon' nail him to a cross and baptize him
Three hundred for a what? We don't tolerate them prices
Stupid chop for a n*gga flеxin' biceps
Make a n*gga Diddy Bop if he gеttin' too hyphy
He gotta go, flee the scene, Duff, I think I hear sirens
I don't trust these n*ggas, that's on God Almighty

[Verse 3: Duffy & Blue Pesos]
n*ggas broke, I don't know why n*ggas be lyin'
When the joints here, that's when all the bums be quiet
The leaders of the new school, all these old n*ggas cryin'
Hand his ass a Big MAC and make sure you supersize it
Too much shots fired, ain't no beef, he on a diet
She say she want a real fly n*gga, I'm the pilot
Ling Ling, Mae Ling, Susie, please bring me diamonds
Too many shots, had him drunk, left him slumped on an island
Better luck next time, yeah, that lame n*gga tried it
Quit the Insta' typin', n*ggas mad 'cause we shinin'
Like what is n*ggas on? n*ggas nice or n*ggas opps?
Let off shots, stick and move in silence, I don't talk a lot
I don't talk to cops neither, he ain't allowed on his block
Drop fifty on the floor, we got these n*ggas lookin' lost
I'll quarterback the play and you can be Randy Moss
I got blood on my hands, now I gotta wash 'em off, ugh