"Preemo & Duff" lyrics
Duffel Bag Hottie & Black Soprano Family Lyrics
Yeah, you know
I graduated from a different class than rap than you nigga
You know I'm just nicer, yeah
And I'mma keep continuing to stand on you nigga necks every chance that I get
You bitch-ass nigga
Soprano Gang, nigga
Yeah, look, look
Look, look
I can make a million off a laptop
It's nice when I step my foot on the blacktop
Before the chaotic ball, I got mines off the back block
Cracks by jumping like Blake Griffin, they snapshot
As far as parked on the strip, it's looking like it's matchbox
All the old Harlem, it's team Pac, they got no starters
Doing tricks with the folk got me feeling like a globetrotter
I ran in cold water, this bitch trashy, got post partum
Block the panels' first anybody, you know slaughter
Set it up at the garden, I pick my cheerleaders from Starlin'
And he up like Lil' Fame, steerin' the next day media garbage
I break his mic, I'm a aggressive artist I'm passionate
Even outside Benz 12 sellin' dope, but he ain't stackin' shit
Bumb ass nigga give me some bunk sleep on his back
He flip with that same Nike Tech on Instagram, actin' like he rich
With mediocre dope, I can pack a strip
Take the auto tune on, I can Axl X'ed these hoes put on tacky trips
I told her she could leave, she had saggy tits
I played four corners, about to have a split
I'm duckin' all the masses split
She'll go, I let my man crush all that cashew shit
Freedom Boys, nigga gettin' part and Dope Boys got a shit
I told Trump to come snatch Duffel back, I've been down for six
I scored extended rounds with sticks
The last patch was brown as shit
Look, my plug told me turn it down a bit
My shooter's surfin', he can't get his mark, then go down a stitch
On my opps broke, workin' dietary in auto zone
She mad I'm bringin' autophones atung, I caught a audible
We on the yacht, you said you trapped too much
That you bought all your clothes
Patron know I got him gone
My mule got a heart of gold
I'm cuffin' on an honest soul
She bring back dough
My OnlyFans jump and I get paid for my backstroke
When I pull up, you see Hellcat smokin
Let my nuts drag on Facebook
I'm bitchin' at you broke nigga read that post
It prolly won't't get no rights with you fuck nigga mad folks
The judge threw the book, I'm still hot as the basko, my gas showed
When I lean over and shoot dice on a ave, nigga
Scoop up the cash, nigga he can't even laugh with us
Pop nigga energy, nigga can't even brag with us
Outdressing all you bum nigga, switch up your tags, nigga
We took the last nigga I shot at him, fled
Back the young hottest da hustlers
Dufflebag is dead, you Heard
I graduated from a different class than rap than you nigga
You know I'm just nicer, yeah
And I'mma keep continuing to stand on you nigga necks every chance that I get
You bitch-ass nigga
Soprano Gang, nigga
Yeah, look, look
Look, look
I can make a million off a laptop
It's nice when I step my foot on the blacktop
Before the chaotic ball, I got mines off the back block
Cracks by jumping like Blake Griffin, they snapshot
As far as parked on the strip, it's looking like it's matchbox
All the old Harlem, it's team Pac, they got no starters
Doing tricks with the folk got me feeling like a globetrotter
I ran in cold water, this bitch trashy, got post partum
Block the panels' first anybody, you know slaughter
Set it up at the garden, I pick my cheerleaders from Starlin'
And he up like Lil' Fame, steerin' the next day media garbage
I break his mic, I'm a aggressive artist I'm passionate
Even outside Benz 12 sellin' dope, but he ain't stackin' shit
Bumb ass nigga give me some bunk sleep on his back
He flip with that same Nike Tech on Instagram, actin' like he rich
With mediocre dope, I can pack a strip
Take the auto tune on, I can Axl X'ed these hoes put on tacky trips
I told her she could leave, she had saggy tits
I played four corners, about to have a split
I'm duckin' all the masses split
She'll go, I let my man crush all that cashew shit
Freedom Boys, nigga gettin' part and Dope Boys got a shit
I told Trump to come snatch Duffel back, I've been down for six
I scored extended rounds with sticks
The last patch was brown as shit
Look, my plug told me turn it down a bit
My shooter's surfin', he can't get his mark, then go down a stitch
On my opps broke, workin' dietary in auto zone
She mad I'm bringin' autophones atung, I caught a audible
We on the yacht, you said you trapped too much
That you bought all your clothes
Patron know I got him gone
My mule got a heart of gold
I'm cuffin' on an honest soul
She bring back dough
My OnlyFans jump and I get paid for my backstroke
When I pull up, you see Hellcat smokin
Let my nuts drag on Facebook
I'm bitchin' at you broke nigga read that post
It prolly won't't get no rights with you fuck nigga mad folks
The judge threw the book, I'm still hot as the basko, my gas showed
When I lean over and shoot dice on a ave, nigga
Scoop up the cash, nigga he can't even laugh with us
Pop nigga energy, nigga can't even brag with us
Outdressing all you bum nigga, switch up your tags, nigga
We took the last nigga I shot at him, fled
Back the young hottest da hustlers
Dufflebag is dead, you Heard
