[Intro: 42 Dugg]
(Shoutout 808Melo)
We goin' New York on this
Go (4PF), yeah
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
I made six hunnid on Rece, y'all could blame the epidemic
I spent five thousand on fleeces, came from wearin' Akademiks
If it ain't weed, then I'm against it
I keep drums, shoutout the Pistons
Won't fall out 'bout shit, we bros
'Cause I'm the one more than D-Rose
The shit was kinda off, nigga, we on
Chrome Heart leather, hoodie by VLONE
Imagine what I made, just off my name
I ain't into saving, spend it all on the gang
Still catchin' cases, give a fuck about fame
Cross that line, fuck nigga gettin' paintеd
Damn near died, 010, 09
One fifty to thе lawyer, help a nigga get back
Fuck 'em by the two, these hoes get mad
Used to wear Trues, bitches think I'm lyin'
Ain't flew commercial, everything G5
See me in person, yeah, bitch, get back
Ain't got it on me, ho still'll get smacked
Hard for me to focus, I'm from the streets
When it come to drugs, got what you need
Turntest in the city, come sign to me
Right or wrong, they ride with me
Chops and Fs, no, not with me
Hard for me to focus, I'm from the bottom
Won't fuck shit, bitch, not no model
4 Pockets Full, me, Baby, and Rylo
Pull up on Sparks, North Memphis with Gotti
Gave bro thirty, talkin' 'bout he a driver
Kill or be killed, all he know is survival
Think she turnt, bitch fuckin' an opp
Don't shit slide, bitch still'll get dropped
(Shoutout 808Melo)
We goin' New York on this
Go (4PF), yeah
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
I made six hunnid on Rece, y'all could blame the epidemic
I spent five thousand on fleeces, came from wearin' Akademiks
If it ain't weed, then I'm against it
I keep drums, shoutout the Pistons
Won't fall out 'bout shit, we bros
'Cause I'm the one more than D-Rose
The shit was kinda off, nigga, we on
Chrome Heart leather, hoodie by VLONE
Imagine what I made, just off my name
I ain't into saving, spend it all on the gang
Still catchin' cases, give a fuck about fame
Cross that line, fuck nigga gettin' paintеd
Damn near died, 010, 09
One fifty to thе lawyer, help a nigga get back
Fuck 'em by the two, these hoes get mad
Used to wear Trues, bitches think I'm lyin'
Ain't flew commercial, everything G5
See me in person, yeah, bitch, get back
Ain't got it on me, ho still'll get smacked
Hard for me to focus, I'm from the streets
When it come to drugs, got what you need
Turntest in the city, come sign to me
Right or wrong, they ride with me
Chops and Fs, no, not with me
Hard for me to focus, I'm from the bottom
Won't fuck shit, bitch, not no model
4 Pockets Full, me, Baby, and Rylo
Pull up on Sparks, North Memphis with Gotti
Gave bro thirty, talkin' 'bout he a driver
Kill or be killed, all he know is survival
Think she turnt, bitch fuckin' an opp
Don't shit slide, bitch still'll get dropped
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