[Intro: 42 Dugg] Volume Young Turnt Nigga volume 3, 4, 5 bitch Free the 6, bitch Can't be fucked with at all (Yeah)
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg] Pop my back, we be like "Fuck it, I rap" Mel like "Fuck it, I'm next" Cuh what's good? Really mean, thug what's good? Rich young nigga from the hood, I don't flash no paper Just spent twenty on bae, funny 'cause she love her ex Sike I'm lyin, I don't really love no bitch No bitch can come between mine and 4 Gang Still bangin', please act crazy bitch and get naked I drive crazy bitch, 'cause I'm crazy Count up a million cash with my babies Can't no money get you in that club Just on a five, I spend a dub Show no love I don't give no fucks I don't do no kiddin', that's on my nigga We ride six deep down Rich young nigga from the east side Which one of y'all niggas fuck with me? Put the dope down back, fuckin' with the weed
[Verse 2: Reaper] Movin dog food, bitch, state to state Everything good, I can't complain Red eye, red kill man to chop on the six Get the za for the cheap, get the drop, I'ma spin Free my nigga Woo, need to let him out the feds I don't wanna fuck, how much you want for the head? I done lost count how many times I done slid We don't shut our cars, we hop out sprayin' Long as they pray the lil' boy I'ma get it Can't be fucked with, we the turntest in the city Switches on the Glock but the chop got titties Run a [?] now it's time to get busy Heard some niggas plottin', come try and get finished Get one block hit and turn it into two This tough side, I'ma leave a nigga room Spent a hundred thou' on the jewels Can't pull less than a deuce
[Verse 3: 42 Dugg] Boy, I won't drop shit with a five These my only niggas that ain't died Please cross the line, put ten on a nigga, tap ten Make a friend do nigga, or die, only friends anyway Dugg be gettin' to the pay Dugg got bitches in the A Dugg got a bitch with a Drac' She let it blow when I'll say, say, say Bitch blow, still ain't hittin' my dope Still ain't concealin' my pole Fuck what they on There ain't no shootin' when I'm home But niggas wanna beef on the phone Yeah, I get it, bad bitch with me, big ass, big titties I ain't crashin' out, at least not in my city What's the hatin' about? Had my truck early What's the waitin' about? I could cash anything Niggas say that I'm out, no, I make me feel Caught home stressin', my niggas in jail Scooter not here, Neff not neither I let a bitch go before she think I need her I'll leave a bitch lone before a bitch start cheatin' Get the fuck on, nah, I don't trust hoes Still with the custos, made me rich Still sippin' wock, shit made me sick From the third to the fifth, I done moved two bricks I ain't heard about shit, who the fuck is you? Hundred for a show and I still move blues Bitch
[Outro: 42 Dugg] Fuck wrong with these niggas and these hoes? I ain't know no fightin', put cheese on you, yeah You know bro, bought him a new truck, yeah We don't do bodies, we don't do buffs, yeah And my ex bitch had two buffs, ex bitch had two trucks Fuck wrong with these niggas I'm goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
