Lyrics

[Intro]
Step on it
(Look out Veno) **** on me, ten links on, probably a mill' on me
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
Pull up, curtains down on a Maybach, **** hate that
Suitcase full of eight straps, I used to take straps
[Chorus]
They say that **** ain't rat, well, where that case at?
Half of these **** ain't that, hey just can make rap
In public with a fully loaded, some **** can get you boated
If you ain't tryna kill some, then why the **** you totin'?
Now a lot of people picked up, but not too many wrote me
She love that I don't give a ****, that's why I keep her close
You don't wanna war with me, I got too many soldiers
Quit screamin' "Dugg, you spoil me", before I bend you over
I'm eatin' off of royalties, they know my **** cold
One time for the real **** who ain't never told
[Verse 1]
Jump back down, ****, we off that clown ****
Skinny brown petite thing, want me to pound ****
Everything true blue, when I'm in town, ****
Still yellin' "R.I.P. Scoot" I really miss you
Cutty on some new shoes, fiberglass Dugg
Draggin' down Wilshere, I'm all in Spazz hood
I ain't gotta check ****, I know that bag good
Raise your hand if you a ****, that's what she had Dugg
Shoutout to my last wood, come get your **** whooped
Everything fast too, shoutout my last two
Still holdin' for the H, I wish we had drew
I'm still holdin' for the G, I wish we had wild
Still holdin' for the hawks, I'm in my bag now
Them poles used to kill sixes, they killin' fives now
Quit tellin' **** I been trippin', I'm on my Ps and Qs
Dre keep fallin' asleep on me, I think he need some juice
Say I don't need no auto tune, just bring me all the blues
Young And Turnt the label, ****, that **** that's comin' soon
How you think you made it, ****? Like you can **** with me
Val, Tameka and Shanique, they got a truck a piece
Lou, your nephew gettin' big and you got another niece
They don't know that **** you did, ****, rest in peace
Just got word that youngin' in there with a thug
I put five on him, but they gon' do it on the love
Ten secure packs, a whole gallon of some spud
That's a tip, ****, you ****
[Chorus]
They say that **** ain't rat, well, where that case at?
Half of these **** ain't that, hey just can make rap
In public with a fully loaded, some **** can get you boated
If you ain't tryna kill some, then why the **** you totin'?
Now a lot of people picked up, but not too many wrote me
She love that I don't give a ****, that's why I keep her close
You don't wanna war with me, I got too many soldiers
Quit screamin' "Dugg, you spoil me", before I bend you over
I'm eatin' off of royalties, they know my **** cold
One time for the real **** who ain't never told
Written by: Ceary Veon Houston, Denis Barszcz, Dion Hayes
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