Still Miss My Niggas

[Intro: 42 Dugg]

(Free dem boys, free dem boys)

Pandemic almost over, what you  say (Where that paper at?)

Will used to be a killer, but you done changed

Wrote a statement on your nigga, this shit be crazy

You ain't going for a thing, I used to praise him

(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)

[Chorus: 42 Dugg]

I still miss my niggas

V-Live, favorite, I'll trip in this bitch

I ain't goin' in 'less the pole come too

Bust down Richard but my ho one too

You ain't gotta ask, nigga, know I'm shootin'

On Rece, on Rob, on Neff, on Scooter, I ain't lettin' shit slide

Mr. I'll-Still-Walk-Shit-Down, Fanta lookin' dirty, thirty-six for a pound, not cookie

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]

All the drug dealers wanna book me

Paid to get you killed, I ain't payin' for no pussy

And I'm kinda schooled, don't shit, beat you triple

Ask about me, youngin', dawg, he always on the mission

Always first to shoot with that .30, I act different

If he ain't dead, guarantee that nigga crippled, my bad

You still on the phone, yeah, with Drekk fine ass

Last time tryna love, shit, I hope it work

Still holdin' for my youngin' really fightin' murders

First time on the hit, I was kinda nervous (Swear)

You ain't into suckin' dick, you don't need my number

All about the money, all about the bag

Tracks kinda cool but I still fuck with 'Cats

Spin the block on 'em, throw them bitches at his neck

Can't forget about me, bitches know I'm still the catch

Million dollars in cash, you will get stretched

[Chorus: 42 Dugg]

I still miss my niggas

V-Live, favorite, I'll trip in this bitch

I ain't goin' in 'less the pole come too

Bust down Richard but my ho one too

You ain't gotta ask, nigga, know I'm shootin'

On Rece, on Rob, on Neff, on Scooter, I ain't lettin' shit slide

Mr. I'll-Still-Walk-Shit-Down, Fanta lookin' dirty, thirty-six for a pound, not cookie

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]

Know I fuck with James Harden but I'll never leave the rocket

'Fore I let her waste my time, I put on all my watches

Thousand dollar jeans, my momma told me, "Son, that's outta pocket"

Literally holdin' thirty pairs of Amiri jeans

'Member doin' shows for a rack, I drove four hours for that

My folks shared a hotel with the gang, I brought like four hundred back

Ridin' 'round with pistols in our laps, we ain't runnin' no track

Lot of niggas cap, Ion't wanna boss but I took off my hat

I was twenty years old when I stole my momma's car, we was at TJ Maxx

Now it's foreigns in the driveway, which one I'm gon' drive today?

Told the opps, "I got manners, one of you niggas wanna die today?"

Diamondback hangin' out the window, have 'em dancin' like Sada Baby

Know a Blood don't watch football 'less he bang 'gainst the Redskins

Twenty racks on Cuban links, not African-American

Put them chains on then went way faster

Feel like a ex-slave master

[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Rylo Rodriguez]

I still miss my niggas

V-Live, favorite, I'll trip in this bitch (Trip in this bitch)

I ain't goin' in 'less the pole come too

Bust down Richard but my ho one too

You ain't gotta ask, nigga, know I'm shootin'

On Rece, on Rob, on Neff, on Scooter, I ain't lettin' shit slide

Mr. I'll-Still-Walk-Shit-Down, Fanta lookin' dirty, thirty-six for a pound, not cookie

[Outro: 42 Dugg]

All the drug dealers wanna book me

Still movin', talkin' 'bout no cookies

All the drug dealers wanna book me

All the drug dealers wanna book

All the drug dealers wanna book me