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PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
Damion Williams
Damion Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Swift
DJ Swift
Producer
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Executive Producer
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Executive Producer
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Mook got the keys jumping)
[Verse 2]
Doggy brick for sixty-five, yeah, I'm on that
Free Skeet, if they don't take a three, then I don't want that
One for them and one for I, like fuck it, bring them phones back
Cuz takin' hits still, twelve will get him killed still
Buzz been goin' up in the hood, Doggy a thug
Jedd finally got off his hair, caught him a blood
Still taking hit to the nash, thought I was done
Nah, bitch, get you a bag, let's have some fun
Jazz back fuckin' with chazz, I should cry
Maybach two hunnid in cash I should drive
Local **** tryna compete show me a M
Ran up two hundred and fifty this week, ****, in Timbs
Gotti got 'em all lined up I want a dime
Doggy talkin' crazy on the Gram, I wanna try him
Like he ain' worth half what he be sayin', **** be lyin'
Bitch, I get it, I'm still fuckin' over all your ****
[Chorus]
Turntest youngin' in the city, you know all us piped
Everybody tote a .30, bitch, and all us fight
Gettin' paid from them birdies, **** all us Mike Vick, hoe
Let's hit the road, I need a white bitch
Probably move back to the A, **** don't like me
Never seen Doggy go bold, check his inditement
To all you **** here 'cause I'm on, why you ain't write me
I just got the call from Dirt, **** kitin' off the rock
[Verse 3]
See a op you know it's on
Say he right I know he wrong
Ain't no iffin', bitch, I'm goin'
Two shots dilly, bitch, I'm blowin'
Any color, double orange, rose gold, forty pointers
**** hoes they be pointin'
[Verse 4]
Show that wok work, ****, I know like four of y'all ain't right
Double seven outta five, ****, four of y'all ain't fight
Give me those straight to Mike's, that was never me
And tell that bitch get off my dick, I got better freaks
Bro, if I want a hoe for real, she'll never leave
I'm still on the east, packin', swervin' in that Bent
I still got the same air mattress that got her hit
Let me stop, I got a bitch, but **** she rich too
[Verse 5]
Turntest youngin' in the city, you know all us piped
Everybody tote a .30, bitch, and all us fight
Gettin' paid from them birdies, **** all us Mike Vick, hoe
Let's hit the road, I need a white bitch
Probably move back to the A, **** don't like me
Never seen Doggy go bold, check his inditement
To all you **** here 'cause I'm on, why you ain't write me
I just got the call from Dirt, **** kitin' off the rock
Written by: Damion Deron Williams, Dion Hayes
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