[Verse 1: 42 Dugg & Don Q]
2 tone AP
Baby got it inside out
You don't get with me Friday, no nigga send that now
Bitch, all white track
And I did all white [?] too
Yeah nigga told on my brother
I ain't trippin, nigga, that's what rats do
Imma stack my cheese, no rap fool
I'ma be in my hood fuck Cancoon
Imma tell the bitch, yeah, I love you
Cap, Imma tell the bitch, yeah, I trust you
Cap again, I just drop the dollars, bitch I'm back again
If I smack a nigga it's 'cause he smacked his mans
I'm a rapper nigga, but it's on site
I was lieing earlier, nigga we don't fight
Got a wood on me with 3 [?]
Shit get ugly, if you ain't blowing, nigga you ain't getting nothing
Don't even come around me if you ain't hitting for me
Fuck the acolades, we was rich with nothing
Better ask around, been getting monеy
Don! Bitch ass nigga
[Verse 2: Don Q]
Look at my gang, we the realеst (look at my gang we the)
How do you try to compare us? (Huh)
These bitches be sneaky and careless (facts)
I could fly weekly to Paris (facts)
All of this drip, you won't get at the clearance
I spin in a wheelie as big as a faris
They pullin' my whip, I just dip on the sharif
This [?] on my click we don't want to declare it
I got a stick, you reach I'ma [?]
I won't resist so please don't come dare it
It's on my hip, and fuck all that shit
Just send me the 6 and [?] we can share it
I came from the bottom you cannot finesse me
I couldn't just work and take orders like Jeffry
I'd rather build up a cartel like Wesly
[?] it start to get messy
I crossover first watch them go for their head
[?] but I stay shopping, I'm deadly
Nigga give me my ring and [?]
My bitch on the team, she ball harder than [?]
The shit that I seen got my heart getting heavy
When the niggas that you being with start to get petty
Feel like my dreams getting haunted by Freddy
[?]
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
2 tone AP
Baby got it inside out
You ain't hit him the first time, fuck it, spin back round
Don't let shit get back down
Told him green, he said brown
By any means, Imma hit that hound
Bring that back, split that shit
Don't even ask, I hit that bitch
Took a few Ls, I been back rich
Ain't mad if you sell, I'm lit as fuck
Them spinning over there ain't shit to us
Petty ass nigga
2 tone AP
Baby got inside out
Right now, I'm in an Air BnB
But I could still get that house
[Verse 3: Don Q]
You know the game never change, but the players do
They got love for me, I'm too relatable
Cartier frames, they make me feel haterproof
Ain't 'bout no change, ain't shit to say to you
I walk with that 5, my hip always flammable
I come from the jungle, I'm more like a sabertooth
My younging impatient, but I'll make him wait for you
Long as you paying they shoot who you saying to shoot
I told my lady, we flying the way at 'noon
[?] go pack a [?]
She said my friends wanna come, can I bring a few?
I said it's cool, as long as it's OK with you
I ain't trippin when it come to spendin'
It's nothing to me, I hope that it's the same with you
Just know when we touchdown and get to the spot
They know the drillers, they know what they came to do
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
2 tone AP
Baby got it inside out
You ain't hit him the first time, fuck it, spin back round
Don't let shit get back down
Told him green, he said brown
By any means, Imma hit that hound
Bring that back, split that shit
Don't even ask, I hit that bitch
Took a few Ls, I been back rich
Ain't mad if you sell, I'm lit as fuck
Them spinning over there ain't shit to us
Petty ass nigga
2 tone AP
Baby got inside out
Right now, I'm in an Air BnB
But I could still get that house
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