Heavyweight lyrics

[Intro: Duffy]
(Young Yanabu on the beat)
(Po-Po, turn it up) n*gga
This sh*t regular
Brace yourself, 'cause we finna turn the pressure up
I be in the trenches, in the jungle with the predators
KO'ed him, all these n*ggas know we heavyweights (Truth)

[Chorus: Duffy]
Heard your last n*gga was a pipsqueak
OTM, she want a n*gga with some muscle in the streets
Any n*gga speak on me and P, we gon' see
Big blowers, this for any n*gga that know UFC
n*ggas know what Duffy on, b*tch, it's Mr. Do the Most
Do or die when it's smoke, I'm just lettin' n*ggas know
n*ggas act like hoes, talkin' 'bout me in his post
Know I gotta bleed n*ggas, time to give him what he want

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Long live Mr. Get Dough
Long live Ketchy, I might pull up 911 just for bro
All these n*ggas talkin' money and be broke, please show me
Slidin' through a n*gga hood, I'm Frozone with a .40
What, young n*ggas from my city really doin' this?
Old n*gga just retired 'fore I make a n*gga quit
n*ggas breakin' code, bro, what kind of sh*t is that?
Double back on a n*gga block, let me get my mask
Let a n*gga get to talkin' tough, we on his ass
I'm on bunk, you ain't even gotta ask
Chef Boyardee, serve a n*gga if it's beef
.223s sugar free, n*ggas know sh*t not sweet (sh*t)
[Chorus: Duffy]
Heard your last n*gga was a pipsqueak
OTM, she want a n*gga with some muscle in the streets
Any n*gga speak on me and P, we gon' see
Big blowers, this for any n*gga that know UFC
n*ggas know what Duffy on, b*tch, it's Mr. Do the Most
Do or die when it's smoke, I'm just lettin' n*ggas know
n*ggas act like hoes, talkin' 'bout me in his post
Know I gotta bleed n*ggas, time to give him what he want

[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
It's time to give 'em what they want
In my comments with that sh*t, "P, I want your old flow"
We got the key to the streets, cry home
I ain't the type to talk with you, I suggest you pipe down
Let a whole hundred off, left his family with a frown
I got sixty seconds for you, in other words, in and out
20K, direct deposit, you could check my bank account
If it's money on my head, I suggest a large amount
"P, you talk too much sh*t", so what? Shut me up
Why these n*ggas out here poutin'? OTM havin' fun
Whole loaf of hunduns, can't mix it with the daps
I'm from real, n*ggas poutin', OTM havin' fun, ugh

[Chorus: Duffy]
Heard your last n*gga was a pipsqueak
OTM, she want a n*gga with some muscle in the streets
Any n*gga speak on me and P, we gon' see
Big blowers, this for any n*gga that know UFC
n*ggas know what Duffy on, b*tch, it's Mr. Do the Most
Do or die when it's smoke, I'm just lettin' n*ggas know
n*ggas act like hoes, talkin' 'bout me in his post
Know I gotta bleed n*ggas, time to give him what he want