[Intro: Scorpions with 42 Dugg] You I can't wait for the nights with you I imagine the things we'll do
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg] Ain't nothin' plain on me, nigga, four chains on me I ain't trippin' 'bout that ho, nigga, she came on me I got a bitch from the West, she'll suck a nigga soul Bitch from the East, she'll fuck a nigga dawgs Still playin' with that raw even though I got a deal Had to get up out the city, I just got a nigga killed Pause, I'm lyin', kinda, still sippin' out the Fanta OxyContin and Opanas, I want four-two for each Niggas upped Lou for free, that's my nigga, come and kick it Mister still'll serve the city, I'm the reason it's some chicken Why the fuck you in the kitchen tryna turn one? Daire quit pullin' on the blender 'fore you burn some Baby say she want a real nigga, but she don't get it Why you ain't never up at night? I told you I been sippin' Still go harder for my niggas, wish I could bring you back Turntest in the city, white lows, blue flags Know I keep two flags on bang I just dropped a Urus for the gang Catch me in the city, young nigga, four chains Signed to CMG, still in the dope game I don't swipe propane, really got it out the mud Big 4 Gang, catch me ridin' with the thugs And I got it on my own, ain't nobody helped me Remain humble, sell crack to dope fiends You can't "Lil' bro" me, bitch, I really got a check 42 in this shit, I be really on that Put the city on my back, still remember hard times 2018 was the year my dawg died
[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Roddy Ricch] Pull up in frog eyes, yeah nigga, we winning Amiris on low, if not wheat Timbs Me and 42 pullin' up, twin Bentleys Peanut butter seats, all my windows tinted Know I keep two flags on bang I just dropped a Urus for the gang Tied from the D to LA, always keep it a hunnid K
[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch] Number one nigga, but they're never gon' admit it I was doin' two-hundred in the 'Rari and got a ticket Every time they see me, they say they ain't seen me in a minute Probably fuckin' on your bitches, probably runnin' up the digits Forgiato wheels, both lanes Floor mats say a nigga name Interrogation, feds tried to put us on the board, never identified All my niggas always gettin' dough, it's always chicken time I got niggas in the box, gon' call me collect I got model bitches that be tryna call me for sex And you know what they say, "If it ain't directed, then don't respect it" You see 'em out in public, they gon' act like they never said it I see by the C-side, I throw it up two times And your nigga got a gangster card, he bought it off Groupon One of the young niggas that be gettin' love in the city From the hub to the dub in the tub, fuck with me
[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Roddy Ricch] Pull up in frog eyes, yeah nigga, we winning Amiris on low, if not wheat Timbs Me and 42 pullin' up, twin Bentleys Peanut butter seats, all my windows tinted Know I keep two flags on bang I just dropped a Urus for the gang Tied from the D to LA, always keep it a hunnid KTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
