On My Son 42 Dugg (Ft. Moneybagg Yo)

[Intro: 42 Dugg]
Ring, ring, ring
Hello?

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
Got a call from my lawyer, say my youngin' fightin' a murder (What?)
The police officers lyin' and the prosecutor dirty (You're telling me you built a time machine?)
But the judge still fuck with me
Bitch, them Bloods get touched for cheap
I sell two for eight apiece
I might turn one of 'em to three
If they say that shit was straight, I might turn that three to eight
I know P, I fuck with H (I know P, I fuck with H)
Really had the bag for years, passed alone, I'm cashin' too
Bustdown watch, my glasses too
Tez had bean, I had the food
Flip that screen, I see myself
R.I.P. Scooter, R.I.P. Lil Neff
That homicide shit still get stretched
Free Lil Quez, free Lil Dunk
Better get you soon, nigga, on my son
Bustdown Pateks with chunks
I wear baguettes for none, don't make this shit 'bout no money
Make that lil' bitch delete my number
Soon as I can't fuck her, now I don't want her
Close to 40s, all my pointers
Offset Forgis, this bitch fast
Ain't shit changed, still free my guys
Wood 'nem back in there like a mop
Six to nine, bitch, don't get dropped
Hey, hey, fuck it
I'm late, Supreme, not Bape, for mines
Get naked, I might start ringing, bring pints
We drinkin', high as hell up in this bitch
Still miss Nell up in this bitch
I can't tell if that bitch is real
I won't tell my nigga to chill
I don't give a fuck 'bout who get killed
I don't give a fuck 'bout who get blitzed
Drop that five, nigga, throw that shit