[Intro: 42 Dugg]
(IllWill313)
Ayy
On everything, ayy
Growin' on the East, I seen a lot of shit
'Member old girl?
Even after that, I fucked a lot of bitches
I miss you, bro
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
R.I.P. to Scooter, I lost a lot of feelings (How you coming?)
Z06, my nigga, that's without the ceiling (On my mama, ayy)
My youngin doin' a hundred, that's without a picture (Free them boys, ayy)
No family at all, bitch, we kill for a cost
You get half off on the Xans, but ain't no deal on the dog
Like Colin Kaepernick, ayy, bitch, just take a knee
These niggas out here fastin', really hate to eat
Probably catch me in traffic, nigga (With what?)
A thirty-two and my savage with me (Some buffs)
Shit, we came from the ground up
I know it hurt you niggas when these bitches hound us
Ayy, I'll really blow this bitch if I don't sound tough
And I ain't braggin', my nigga, I'm more than active, my nigga
I really hit niggas' head, that ain't no cappin', my nigga
[Verse 2: BandGang Masoe]
We really came from the basement, we in the attic on niggas
We come through swingin' them choppers and we ain't laughin' with niggas
They was scared of O, we was blastin' at niggas
Ayy, where the mask and the blender? A young scandalous nigga
The feds swoopin' my niggas and it damaged a nigga
Tend to get a nigga four like I'm gamblin' with it
Your mans told on lil' bro, a whole panther came with it
Nigga, pistol in the party, the dancer came with it
Give that bitch thirty-five hundred, a nigga cancel your Christmas
Still play with white squares like I fuck in the dentist
Still'll snatch you out your shit without askin' permission
Trust me, I live it
Seen it or did it, remember it vivid
You been pussy since middle school, I know you ain't with it
So hot, Dugg, we shoot the video, they might come get us
I up this MAC, it's quiet in the room like I'm takin' attendance
(IllWill313)
Ayy
On everything, ayy
Growin' on the East, I seen a lot of shit
'Member old girl?
Even after that, I fucked a lot of bitches
I miss you, bro
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
R.I.P. to Scooter, I lost a lot of feelings (How you coming?)
Z06, my nigga, that's without the ceiling (On my mama, ayy)
My youngin doin' a hundred, that's without a picture (Free them boys, ayy)
No family at all, bitch, we kill for a cost
You get half off on the Xans, but ain't no deal on the dog
Like Colin Kaepernick, ayy, bitch, just take a knee
These niggas out here fastin', really hate to eat
Probably catch me in traffic, nigga (With what?)
A thirty-two and my savage with me (Some buffs)
Shit, we came from the ground up
I know it hurt you niggas when these bitches hound us
Ayy, I'll really blow this bitch if I don't sound tough
And I ain't braggin', my nigga, I'm more than active, my nigga
I really hit niggas' head, that ain't no cappin', my nigga
[Verse 2: BandGang Masoe]
We really came from the basement, we in the attic on niggas
We come through swingin' them choppers and we ain't laughin' with niggas
They was scared of O, we was blastin' at niggas
Ayy, where the mask and the blender? A young scandalous nigga
The feds swoopin' my niggas and it damaged a nigga
Tend to get a nigga four like I'm gamblin' with it
Your mans told on lil' bro, a whole panther came with it
Nigga, pistol in the party, the dancer came with it
Give that bitch thirty-five hundred, a nigga cancel your Christmas
Still play with white squares like I fuck in the dentist
Still'll snatch you out your shit without askin' permission
Trust me, I live it
Seen it or did it, remember it vivid
You been pussy since middle school, I know you ain't with it
So hot, Dugg, we shoot the video, they might come get us
I up this MAC, it's quiet in the room like I'm takin' attendance
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