[Intro: 42 Dugg]
(Antt did the track)
It's a young nigga world
Free them boys, yeah, nigga, we them boys (BeatGang)
No cap
We still go on missions, call ’em walkthroughs, chalk who?
I can still get you eighty for a gram of dog food
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
We cannot be fucked with
Can't shit fit in this car but sticks
Bitch, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin’ hoes, baby, I don't want a bitch
[Verse: 42 Dugg]
RM's on my wrist (Bust), on my wrist (Bust)
Two M's is nonsense (Fuck 'em), I'm five in
Forgiatos on my Benz, might dye 'em red
Tell that ho to give me space, word to my nigga Ced'
In the Demon, she screaming, "No pictures," please come and get her
Y’all know y’all can't fuck with these niggas
Don’t call my phonе, barely in the city, got used to hittin' thе road
Told my youngin, "Send 'em," bitch, doggy back in that mode
I grew up blowing that pole, I know you niggas be hoes
I'm tryna get me an A, I’m probably sippin' an eight
I know I'm turnt, but said I ran it up off of meds
Free bands, nigga, free Tez
My youngest know how to play it
They catch ones, we out
Them boys ain't got a route, what y'all selling?
Ninety-five percent of all the real niggas telling
How the fuck y'all get all of them pills? My niggas mail 'em
I deserve a medal, I fuck with you heavy
Them boys been rentin', and I'm still in a Bentley
(Antt did the track)
It's a young nigga world
Free them boys, yeah, nigga, we them boys (BeatGang)
No cap
We still go on missions, call ’em walkthroughs, chalk who?
I can still get you eighty for a gram of dog food
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
We cannot be fucked with
Can't shit fit in this car but sticks
Bitch, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin’ hoes, baby, I don't want a bitch
[Verse: 42 Dugg]
RM's on my wrist (Bust), on my wrist (Bust)
Two M's is nonsense (Fuck 'em), I'm five in
Forgiatos on my Benz, might dye 'em red
Tell that ho to give me space, word to my nigga Ced'
In the Demon, she screaming, "No pictures," please come and get her
Y’all know y’all can't fuck with these niggas
Don’t call my phonе, barely in the city, got used to hittin' thе road
Told my youngin, "Send 'em," bitch, doggy back in that mode
I grew up blowing that pole, I know you niggas be hoes
I'm tryna get me an A, I’m probably sippin' an eight
I know I'm turnt, but said I ran it up off of meds
Free bands, nigga, free Tez
My youngest know how to play it
They catch ones, we out
Them boys ain't got a route, what y'all selling?
Ninety-five percent of all the real niggas telling
How the fuck y'all get all of them pills? My niggas mail 'em
I deserve a medal, I fuck with you heavy
Them boys been rentin', and I'm still in a Bentley
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