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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
Martin McCurtis
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Helluva
Helluva
Producer
Kevin “No Credit” Spencer
Mixing Engineer
Khaya "Macxsn" Gilika
Khaya "Macxsn" Gilika
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Meet me in the red zone, ten cats deep
Back end, I'm from movin' fifty-five Ps
This a Track, little ****, we don't ride Jeeps
Look at 'em now, Dugg, sign me
Drop a lo', ****, or you a ho, ****
Oh, you scam, you was just throwin' 4s with us
She know who to call when we wanna ride jet
Get a Chanel bag or suck dick for five racks
I'm on the east, ****, thirty deep spendin'
Cuz started, how you want him? What you think? Finished
50k a piece just for these pendants
I don't rap beef, you dealin' with a street ****
[Chorus]
Who the fuck is y'all?
Nah, for real, who the fuck is dawg?
"Dugg, I like them," so, bitch, cut it off
Think she safe at home, that's the one I'm fuckin' raw
What elite club, this bitch cost three hun'
Let's tweak, Dugg, bring the poles, we don't need none
The street's good, **** old, so the beef done
Switch on who? I keep one, goofy
What's that hangin' out your pocket, ****? Blue cheese
[Verse 2]
I ain't listenin' to y'all pussies play that new cheese
Still ballin', save my number under "Hoop Dreams"
I'm too tee'd to let my young **** move green
A WOC show, if not, then a block show
I'm not yo' average ****
If Reap say he feelin' savage, I'ma savage with 'em
I was just on that tablet, ****
I ain't gon' lie, left me damaged, ****
Before I fight you, you can have it, ****
Psych, I'm lyin', we be crashin' ****
Psych, I'm lyin', we be fappin' ****, bae
And smack this ****
Who ain't out here gettin' active, ****?
Check the sco', I ain't rappin', ****
[Chorus]
Who the fuck is y'all?
Nah, for real, who the fuck is dawg?
"Dugg, I like them," so– so, bitch, cut it off
Think she safe at home, that's the one I'm fuckin' raw
Elite club, this bitch cost three hun'
Let's tweak, Dugg, bring the poles, I don't need none
The street's good, **** old, so the beef done
Switch on who? I keep one, goofy
What's that hangin' out your pocket, ****? Blue cheese
Written by: Dion Hayes, Martin McCurtis
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