StanWill - Duffy Mod lyrics
[StanWill - Duffy Mod lyrics]
Niggas know what the fucking going on, man
SBDSM, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia (yeah)
T double H-L, Hip Hop Lab, lab shit, nigga
(yeah, alright) all that
Scam Van Gundy type shit
(Bitch, bitch, bitch) yeah (Ha ha)
Yeah, yeah
(ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz) huh
SBDSM till the death of me
Dee to my right, BabyTron to the left of me
Drop my location
Bet I'm everywhere a check could be
You ain't busting shit
It's like you had a vasectomy
Flexy lil' nigga
Fuck around and tear a bicep
Drowning in the drip
Might fuck around and wear a life vest
It's a hunnid dollar steak
Every time I digest in a field catching more
Plays than Jerry Rice, neph'
Wave stick and make him disappear
I know witchcraft
Slid a Visa then I hit the stu'
Guess I giftwrap
Everybody with me up some shit
We don't split racks i might throw my ho in
Timeout 'cause my bitch bad
Whole gang tote a fucking torch
We a angry mob
Way after elementary school, bitch
I play with slides
Bro keep the toolie anywhere, bitch
I hang with Bob
I can really plug a nigga in
I'm the cable guy
Supreme 59Fifty on if I ever cap
If it's up, we gon' crank the knob
Get the pressure jacked
Lil' bro'll X a nigga out like a treasure map
Fee-fi-motherfucking-fo, I'm with steppers
Jack lil' bro a sleaze
He hit every bitch on jet set
Think my drip stutter, all these GGs and FFs
Wide model drive it'self
Ain't gotta hit the next left sticked up
We ain't worried 'bout no indirect threats
Attachments on the Glock, boy
My gadget got some doohickeys
When I drop the ScamWill
Piece I'ma use giffies punching everything
Surfing websites abusively
Smacked the money counter
That bitch jammed 'cause the blues sticky
Bro'll hit the shot from anywhere
It's like he Dude Perfect
On the ave banging Luka Trončić
In the coupe swerving
All this cap, niggas'll be sick
Let the truth surface
She be must be a Coney dog 'cause, her nigga
He a loose burger shooting to the jacks
Drop my bitch off at the Q11
Tron shoot the ones
That's the quickest way to shoot to Heaven
Rock a plain-ass white tee
But my shoes eleven
Baby bop with the three hunnids
That's my newest weapon
Mm-mm, this ain't a roll, this a stack, bitch
This ain't no fucking baecay
This a jack trip
I know a bitch pulling scripts, she a actress
They never hit the booth but I
Know niggas that'll wrap shit
Cut it out, boy
You wouldn't blow a stuffy nose
In the fucking depths of my bag
I'm in duffy mode
I done caught the motherfucking sniffles
'cause the buffys froze
Drawing plays on then turn my
Scam Van Gundy on
Ha ha, yeah (Dumbass nigga)
ShittyBoyz (SBDSM, nigga, Dog Shit Militia, nigga)
Bitch
SBDSM, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia (yeah)
T double H-L, Hip Hop Lab, lab shit, nigga
(yeah, alright) all that
Scam Van Gundy type shit
(Bitch, bitch, bitch) yeah (Ha ha)
Yeah, yeah
(ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz) huh
SBDSM till the death of me
Dee to my right, BabyTron to the left of me
Drop my location
Bet I'm everywhere a check could be
You ain't busting shit
It's like you had a vasectomy
Flexy lil' nigga
Fuck around and tear a bicep
Drowning in the drip
Might fuck around and wear a life vest
It's a hunnid dollar steak
Every time I digest in a field catching more
Plays than Jerry Rice, neph'
Wave stick and make him disappear
I know witchcraft
Slid a Visa then I hit the stu'
Guess I giftwrap
Everybody with me up some shit
We don't split racks i might throw my ho in
Timeout 'cause my bitch bad
Whole gang tote a fucking torch
We a angry mob
Way after elementary school, bitch
I play with slides
Bro keep the toolie anywhere, bitch
I hang with Bob
I can really plug a nigga in
I'm the cable guy
Supreme 59Fifty on if I ever cap
If it's up, we gon' crank the knob
Get the pressure jacked
Lil' bro'll X a nigga out like a treasure map
Fee-fi-motherfucking-fo, I'm with steppers
Jack lil' bro a sleaze
He hit every bitch on jet set
Think my drip stutter, all these GGs and FFs
Wide model drive it'self
Ain't gotta hit the next left sticked up
We ain't worried 'bout no indirect threats
Attachments on the Glock, boy
My gadget got some doohickeys
When I drop the ScamWill
Piece I'ma use giffies punching everything
Surfing websites abusively
Smacked the money counter
That bitch jammed 'cause the blues sticky
Bro'll hit the shot from anywhere
It's like he Dude Perfect
On the ave banging Luka Trončić
In the coupe swerving
All this cap, niggas'll be sick
Let the truth surface
She be must be a Coney dog 'cause, her nigga
He a loose burger shooting to the jacks
Drop my bitch off at the Q11
Tron shoot the ones
That's the quickest way to shoot to Heaven
Rock a plain-ass white tee
But my shoes eleven
Baby bop with the three hunnids
That's my newest weapon
Mm-mm, this ain't a roll, this a stack, bitch
This ain't no fucking baecay
This a jack trip
I know a bitch pulling scripts, she a actress
They never hit the booth but I
Know niggas that'll wrap shit
Cut it out, boy
You wouldn't blow a stuffy nose
In the fucking depths of my bag
I'm in duffy mode
I done caught the motherfucking sniffles
'cause the buffys froze
Drawing plays on then turn my
Scam Van Gundy on
Ha ha, yeah (Dumbass nigga)
ShittyBoyz (SBDSM, nigga, Dog Shit Militia, nigga)
Bitch