In My Duffie

[Verse 1: Tella] I hit a boo up and told her to meet me right after stu set a move up Im in here longer that what I done told her I fucked around and fucked her mood up I fucked around and fucked my move up I text her I’m like baby you up? She text me back if it’s for you, duh She ask for ETA I said 2 sum (lyin) Ion really do the questions, nah I be Lowkey with the answers, yeah Lil bitch I damn near done fell for In the club, I find out She a dancer, WHAT?! I was low down did some damage, yeah Troubled times ain’t understand ‘em, nah Bitches mad I ain’t come over, yeah I’m getting money not a plan b, nah I paint her, treat it like Canvas, ouuu Remember checkin’ grades on Canvas, damn Now I’m ballin like I’m Camby, yeah If I say it then it can be, yeah These niggas trash like where the Cans be, nah Rockin jordans or some ones, I ain't never had no Vans g Find a park, she say “pull by the Vans g” Im goin in cause I got a motive They don’t understand it’s my time now Dub Doubling all of these niggas Just put the controller down opponent timed out Ballin can’t coach up a mission I come in the clutch clutch ima make ‘em call time time out I’m the best one In my time zone, ain’t gotta ask ‘em fuck talking bout Shit I be eatin turn me to a demon attacking the beat like a Predator Hate gettin help, Gottta get my credit up I just been fuckin my debit up Yeah they was sleep on a nigga I’m up but they dead to me now they forever vamps I do it on anything, not saying anything don’t need a team I’m forever stamped Pop up on my line, something on her mind She hop passenger Get the head off Right back to the money, now she actin funny I know cause she hate when I head off I leave her on read dawg, if she talk about bread or me dropping some bread off You ever was up lost yo Bread dog? (Man that shit ain’t fuck up yo head dog?) Something come over me, I get controlling when I hear the bass bring the beat loud Her homie sleep, but I wanna give D she tell me to be quiet I beat it loud Her name was Shawna Her nigga callin I killed her , she spawning We kicked it like Sparta Now he drunk mad Wanna fight, wanna spar her Wanna give her a beat down I love the way this shit sound, so I can’t turn the beat down I had to give it a freestyle Front office screamin “man please turn the heat down!” Smell my cologne, she can’t turn her freak down Was fuckin with dutches, like woods or a leaf now Whip different Vs, I just can’t put the keys down Man I was suffering, I had enough of that shit and I can’t work no 9 to 5 If she got no hustle I just switch her number She went from a 10 to a 9 to 5 No it ain’t Odd though Them just the Odds doe .. Pay out get higher when Odds more How you built win yo Odds low? damn Tella