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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Butler
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flex On The Beat
Producer
Flex
Producer
Young Pharoah
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pull up on the bros, leave the coupe runnin'
Just blew a hunnid on me, this a new hunnid (Two hunnid)
Avianne textin' like he miss me, really?
White Prezi cost fifty, buss down
Deal was for a couple, what you up now?
One-ten for a line, pour the cup out
CMG the label so the 'Cat white
Fuck his BM and his sister, yeah, I'm that type
White gold, AP, that's my new bitch
Catch the speed on the East clutchin' two sticks
Ridin' one-ones on the house, this for you, Trick
**** always see me out, never do shit
Doggy-bone too sick, call him M30
What you gettin'? Forty-eight? Dog, it ain't worth it
Thirty for thirty in the air, I'm perfect
Real six inches, AP, two Birkins
We ridin' till the wheels fell off or I'm curvin'
Never met a **** like me, she nervous
A hunnid thousand in the red bag, Supreme
Young bad bitch, still I had the beans
Say her **** turn, he doin' bad to me
Too many racks around, I can't even flash the cheese
They don't want problems, on my mama, I promise
Super Bowl, Montclair, nineteen Prada
Givenchy, shark hoodie, T-shirt, Rottweiler
I ain't into fashion, baby, I'm just into braggin'
A lotta bitches celebratin', actin' like they had 'em
Young and turnt, yeah, that's me
Fourteen hunnid, these pants not cheap
I got the whole hood, but, doggy, who got me?
[Verse 2]
Probably get a concert off six blunts
Ex been in her feelings for like six months
Only bitch around, can't get fucked
If she was still movin' browns I woulda been fucked
Doin' a hunnid down Mound, dodging potholes
Put a one on a one with my eyes closed
Name another young **** with two buss Cubans
Put a link on my dudes, ****, fuck Cubans
Hit a lotta bad bitches and I fuck Cubans
Keep doggy-bone with me, tell you when to eat
Coulda want a good bitch, only want a freak
We don't pay for pussy, every bitch go for free
I fuck a **** auntie, I fuck a **** niece
Fifty-eight for the hoes, break it down in the Jeep
Forty-eight for the Gs, yeah, I left with my **** Young
Dash out for the trees while I fix for my son
Flame gotta shift before I go and block a ****
Oh he fuckin' with a move? Come and top a ****
Thirteen, Hardin, got it rockin' with me
I ain't squash shit, I sock a ****
I'm for real, ain't playin' with the pape'
Come in with the F, she's playin' with the Drac'
AK, Glock, everything, playin' in the BAPE
Name another young **** with three buss downs
Y'all foolin' through the mail, you should turn it down
Couple hunnid on her nails, sit the fuck down
Yellin' "Free my Uncle Neil" till he come back
Broad day everything now one man
Gotta be careful, doggy-bone, naw, fuck that
Four high speeds in the 'Cat, where the truck at?
I ain't never goin' plain, bitch, where my dubs at?
Couple chains on, dog, I'm thinkin' 'bout the Patek
House for my mama, a lil sleep for my daddy
You ain't get shit lil **** if you ratted
Bros over everything, and we got it tatted
Tryna be my main thing, really, bitch? How?
'Cause you a turnt ****, I was fuckin' with a child
Oh, we done burn ****, everybody droppin' fire
Fifteen for the plane, pyromaniacs in the sky
Written by: Dion Hayes