Well Known

[Intro: Duffy]
When it come to that bag, I gotta have it
Slidin' down Adams in a foreign whip saggin'
I'm a hall-of-fame shit talker, not a rapper
If she playin' with my paper, I might slap her

[Verse 1: Duffy]
Fakin' like it's static, it got bad, I had to whack him
AMG, I put this bitch in Sport-Plus and get to smashin'
.223s, these is for your team captain
Let Shanaynay say what's happenin', it got ghost like Casper

[Chorus: Duffy & 28Shots]
I'm a foreign whip crasher, I'm a well-known passer
For the bag, I get active, in the field with the jackers
I'm a bad bitch magnet, grim reaper, soul snatcher
Mud walkin', ayy, grab that pint of drank up out the cabinet (Ayy)
I'm a foreign whip crasher, I'm a well-known passer
Shit (Real, finish off, nigga)
I'm a bad bitch magnet, grim reaper, soul snatcher
Nigga, shit, look

[Verse 2: 28Shots]
I done crashed so many whips on Adams, turned me to a addict
Don't do the pills, but off the lean, I get dramatic
Too many shots up in the car, that's on my mama, I be done had it
Don't drop dimes, but ten shots can cure the static
Niggas thought they had a nigga, I started totin' automatics
Try me like a rapper and best believe shit get tragic
Bitches thinkin' that they slime until I show 'em how I'm snakin' shit
You'll never catch me in the field with no basic bitch
Can't believe the DA that I'm fightin' is a racist bitch
Told dog, "You can't play with us and I'm taping shit"
Well-known, that's a lil' nigga that be takin' kits
Thought it was a game until I pull up, get to spankin' shit

[Verse 3: Blue Pesos]
Shit, I'm in the stu', eatin' steak and shrimp
My shooter seven-six, nigga, be careful who you playin' with (Shit)
It's the mob, I'm always with a couple janky niggas
I'll put the slap on a nigga for even speakin' to me
Drag race the Benz, I almost blamped into a wall
I'm not the one, I don't know what niggas thought
Two gun cases, I love to live my life above the law
He in the house pissed off, his jewels don't shine as bright as ours
Rami stones, they astonishing, don't tolerate no bottom feeders
Mudwalkin', I'm in Hell's Kitchen, Balenci' apron on
After he tear that watch off, grab his iPhone
Off The Mussle K, shit, that must've been a typo
The way we just did a faggot nigga, it was despicable
I ain't never seen you with no M's, your life is miserable
Old-ass nigga, caught him slippin' off the gin and juice
Should've kept my name out your mouth, now I gotta do it to you, ugh

[Chorus: Duffy]
I'm a foreign whip crasher, I'm a well-known passer
For the bag, I get active, in the field with the jackers
I'm a bad bitch magnet, grim reaper, soul snatcher
Mud walkin', ayy, grab that pint of drank up out the cabinet (Ayy)
I'm a foreign whip crasher, I'm a well-known passer
Shit, huh