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[Intro: Duvy]
17, it's Duvy, ah
See, I get paid off
Really run down n*ggas with them shottas
I'm really with them shottas
Uh

[Verse 1: Duvy]
See, I get paid off
Really run down n*ggas with them shottas
Boy, secure the bag, boy, get the guala
Bad b*tch posted up for the squad-squad
Mhm, it's going down if you move reckless
We have to keep the 'Ock 'cause n*ggas hate us
Pain sh*t be so hard, so I can't trust none
Turn a two into four, call it, "Jugg style"

[Verse 2: Young Smoke]
We all going straight to the top, ahwoolay
If a n*gga talkin' like a boss, there goes his top
Hit a b*tch, and then I pass to bro, yeah, that's a lob
She love the way I rock, I came then walked my rock
We got with me, and we servin' bucktee
I can't let you know, I stay me chewin' melody
I can make turn a Honda into a 'Rari
Iced out chain, I got that from Kilani
[Verse 3: NH$ Jay Jay]
Ayy, ayy, money chaser
Shoutout Acerrr
My grains a tracer
She say I'm a player
If she real then I won't play her
Speedin' to that bag like I'm a racer
I don't love these ho's
I'm steady chasin' dough
My packs never slow
Get it gone, pronto
Yeah, I do this sh*t, for real
Baby girl, yeah, I gotta keep a steel
I be in the field, n*ggas say they slide
Yeah, they lie, yeah, they don't come by
Smokin' dope, yeah, it got me hella high
In my hood, yeah, you know I'm certified
Give the packs to the guys
Yeah, I resupply
Yeah, she give me top, then she go far
Yeah, you know I gotta watch out for the narcs
She suck me up in a expensive car
Yeah, it's time for me to go and takeoff
Baby girl, I'm ballin', playoff