[Intro: Yo Gotti & 42 Dugg]
Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)
And I'm ridin' with 'em
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg & Yo Gotti]
I used to get the pack when I was young (Me too, yeah)
Now I do it for my son
Everybody behind me like I'm the one (You is, nigga)
No strap gon' get it done (Brrt)
Double back but bring a ton
Catch him lackin', we gon' punish you
Sold him one, but yeah, I fronted two
Ran up in a money suit
No mask on, just a monkey suit, fuck you mean? (Facts, look)
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti & 42 Dugg]
My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)
My lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)
My OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)
When you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 3: 42 Dugg & Yo Gotti]
My lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers
Now she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta
Yeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales
Yeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve
They play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)
They say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)
Nigga slidin' (Helly, I'm fuckin' with you)
And I'm ridin' with 'em
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg & Yo Gotti]
I used to get the pack when I was young (Me too, yeah)
Now I do it for my son
Everybody behind me like I'm the one (You is, nigga)
No strap gon' get it done (Brrt)
Double back but bring a ton
Catch him lackin', we gon' punish you
Sold him one, but yeah, I fronted two
Ran up in a money suit
No mask on, just a monkey suit, fuck you mean? (Facts, look)
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti & 42 Dugg]
My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)
My lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)
My OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)
When you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 3: 42 Dugg & Yo Gotti]
My lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers
Now she one-on-one and mixin', I ain't talkin' no pasta
Yeah, I'm servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales
Yeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve
They play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)
They say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)
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