Sukka Dukkas Skatterman & Snug Brim (Ft. Young Buck)

[Chorus: Snug Brim]
When I'm stuntin in the club, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I'm smokin out the blunt, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I'm hollering at a bitch, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I step into my whip, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I pull up to the spot, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I'm hustling on the block, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I'm countin up a not, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I'm rollin in my drop, got my Sukka Dukkas on

[Verse 1: Snug Brim]
Hop out the whip, and brush the weed off
You know I'm stuntin like I get them keys off
Red money, red cases, red KC
Red lenses on my face, I can't see
Yeah I'm feeling myself
That's why my shades on
That's why I got this red [?] and my Js on
You can't talk to me
Nigga I ain't heard a word you said
Can't understand you, homie, I'm just bobbing my head
In the club double fisting, high as autom leaves
Spillin Whiskey on a hoe, slappin her ass cheaks
I feel like Superman with my Dukkas on
Now I say you to a bitch, let me check her dome
That's all I'm on
Tough niggas stop it
I got my Sukka Dukkas on, you outta pocket
Move out your SD
Go head and pop a few
Cause if I take 'm all, I'll be ready to knock a few