Duke Typebeat Lyrics

Shit was just bad bad

Ain't shit get passed down but the same pot that my dad had

I'm dedicated to the hustle nigga I'm committed to it no cash grabs

Bouta hit the table fuck a face mask need glad bags

Told them play it cool niggas ain't do they job

I been stacking up this loot I used to hoop and rob

I been active since a troop niggas move like they mom

I'm on a mission and she lost tryna prove that I'm wrong

Put a lil one-two on your hoe, now she won't leave me alone

Seen my first dime, livin' on a bone, ain't use no nigga phone

Shit ain't for no kids, nigga best turn it off if you ain't with it

You'll work a job or trap all day and night, then I can dig it

Niggas tough tone all for the bitches, see me, they forget it

No point to prove I'm in my groove, niggas talk but don't live it

Lace up your shoes, nigga come boot, I'm the one that done did it

I been out this bitch so long, I done trapped on a cricket

Bro been thugging for a while, said he packed up a ticket

Clean your house with a big smile, get you whacked for a chicken

Won't respond, I'm not a child, get you smacked off a snippet

Could die today, bet in my afterlife, I'ma be cripping

Bitch all on my phone, tryna get next to me

I'm scarred because the last one got the best of me

Denim jacket cost me seven hundred, not a flex to me

Cookin' up some shit, gon' get me rich, can't give the recipe