[Intro: 42 Dugg]
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Free them boys, my bad
(Stoop, go stupid)
Free them motherfuckin' boys, bitch
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner
Informants, I had too many encounters with informers
Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a bitch named Stewie
In my bag (What bag?), Goyard, Chanel, and Louis
Ayy, Vuitton (Yeah), niggas' hoes, bro, I swear to God
If he a five, cook his ass and call one of mine
What's that in the air? We call that opp pack (Opp pack)
How he sellin' that and he ain't dropped? Nigga, how?
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
What's that in the air? We call that block pack
Block pack, roll him in the hood
Ayy, blow that bitch shit down
Turntest nigga in the city, he a foe
I came up off pills, bitch and reds, meds, lеads
These niggas in the city all hoеs (We all hoes)
I know about that deal, big homie took on his mans, bring me grams
Maybach with a driver (Yeah), fork and a stick
I'm a God, rip this whole shit down 'til I retire
Back to back, me and money wired
Say I ain't the turntest, bitches be liars (Lyin' ass)
Same freak on a flyer
Free Woo, hope it ain't in the feds when I see Woo
Five big bodies in 'bout three coupes
Still supplyin', I'm sellin' free juice
Bitch, we is never equals (At all)
Fuck a nigga hatin' on me
And fuck a nigga hatin' on RIC, still yellin' "Free Skeet"
Doggy bone, bitch, where'd it be?
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Free them boys, my bad
(Stoop, go stupid)
Free them motherfuckin' boys, bitch
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
Warning, bitch, I made a million on the corner
Informants, I had too many encounters with informers
Oh well, Hughie, remind me of a bitch named Stewie
In my bag (What bag?), Goyard, Chanel, and Louis
Ayy, Vuitton (Yeah), niggas' hoes, bro, I swear to God
If he a five, cook his ass and call one of mine
What's that in the air? We call that opp pack (Opp pack)
How he sellin' that and he ain't dropped? Nigga, how?
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
What's that in the air? We call that block pack
Block pack, roll him in the hood
Ayy, blow that bitch shit down
Turntest nigga in the city, he a foe
I came up off pills, bitch and reds, meds, lеads
These niggas in the city all hoеs (We all hoes)
I know about that deal, big homie took on his mans, bring me grams
Maybach with a driver (Yeah), fork and a stick
I'm a God, rip this whole shit down 'til I retire
Back to back, me and money wired
Say I ain't the turntest, bitches be liars (Lyin' ass)
Same freak on a flyer
Free Woo, hope it ain't in the feds when I see Woo
Five big bodies in 'bout three coupes
Still supplyin', I'm sellin' free juice
Bitch, we is never equals (At all)
Fuck a nigga hatin' on me
And fuck a nigga hatin' on RIC, still yellin' "Free Skeet"
Doggy bone, bitch, where'd it be?
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