Duh Lyrics

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Roll the window down

Throw the duece up

New guts

Hopping out the shop

With a smooth cut

Booted up

Why is she around?

Think she choosing up

Cool with us

I don't know nobody but my niggas duh

On go

Won't catch me with randoms but my niggas duh

Fly shit

Ain't gotta talk about it but you get it duh

I don't smoke no white boys

You know my shit hitting duh

Keep niggas at a distance

Thinking that you close

This power nothing to play with

I seen niggas going ghost

You gotta climb a mountain just to come out as a goat

This blood, sweat, and tears don't mean shit if I ain't glowing

Niggas look at me I'm smacking shit don't give a fuck who you knowing

Its powder

And heroin that keep my people going

I come from L and D where every summer it be snowing

I'm trying to clean the streets up

Take care of the homeless

Thats what I call boss shit

Break bread with your homie

In a trap kitchen frying up bologna

No shirt, Jordan 4's with the stick on me

Fidet down to the J's

Put my wrist on it

Kiss my auntie, leave the crib, make a quick 40

I can't stay still I know she hate me for that

Ima keep it real I know they hate me for that

Get me to react see you waiting for that

Niggas thinking that they safe

I be patient with that

Hotbox

Roll the window down

Throw the duece up

New guts

Hopping out the shop

With a smooth cut

Booted up

Why is she around?

Think she choosing up

Cool with us

I don't know nobody but my niggas duh

On go

Won't catch me with randoms but my niggas duh

Fly shit

Ain't gotta talk about it but you get it duh

I don't smoke no white boys

You know my shit hitting duh

Keep niggas at a distance

Thinking that you close

These niggas circus

Ain't got purpose

Get around bullshit, I think I'm allergic

It's the God in me

Jeans 550

Don't drive a hard bargain

You gotta talk to me

Do a spell on the guap

Let it walk to me

I was heartbroken but she gave her heart to me

Sterling Silver veins

Carrots bought a spark to me

So much she give a nigga done do a Hawk Tuah

Huh

On my mom I'm player

On my guys I'm player

They think that I'm Quincy Jones but I'm like Roy Ayers

I make a hit and then I throw her pussy on the faders

I used to

Brag about me getting on the Fader,

And then I took a flight to Rome rapping for some paper

Thought I was wack for coming home but I had to get my weight up

I'm taking trips, you taking shifts

No hating shit so wait up

Hotbox

Roll the window down

Throw the duece up

New guts

Hopping out the shop

With a smooth cut

Booted up

Why is she around?

Think she choosing up

Cool with us

I don't know nobody but my niggas duh

On go

Won't catch me with randoms but my niggas duh

Fly shit

Ain't gotta talk about it but you get it duh

I don't smoke no white boys

You know my shit hitting duh

Keep niggas at a distance

Thinking that you close