LYRIC
[Intro: 42 Dugg]
(Flexin’)
Turn up
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
Last bitch said I can’t fuck, she lie
First young nigga in the hood, G5
456, one K, three, nine
Young dawg, black pole, free the 4s, we signed
Young bitch from the hood suck dick, she gaggin’
Pick out a bag, bitch, I’m baggin’
Slick out the can, not yet, bitch, soon
2020 widebody, skrrt, go boom
[Verse 2: LBS Kee’vin]
New Glock 19, that bitch go boom
Bitch said I couldn’t fuck, she ain’t make it to my room
Yeah, I got a deal, but I’m still movin’ pills
I’m in love with the trap, I ain’t jumpin’ no broom
She know I’m young and turnt, I just flooded my mouth
With the honeycomb set, it look like a cocoon
I told my bitch the other day, “Don’t get too comfortable
‘Cause you know you can be replaced”
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout baseball
In my hood, if they know where you stay, they comin’ for your safe
I think I need a ridе or die
I like a bitch that ain’t evеn got no Ls but ride with the K
Can’t be scared of no homicide
In my city, niggas get sent to the skies every day
[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
Catch a body, beat a body, Dawg Shit Records
Run off if you want, when we catch ’em, we stretch ’em
Cut a ho off, rat bitch too messy
Might double back, get the head from her bestie
Learned my lesson tryna feed the whole hood
Do it for myself, gotta take care of Dugg
Seven whips deep, all JAY-Z blue
R.I.P. Reecey, R.I.P. Lil Scoot
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
Know you see me shinin’
Let’s take it back when I was grindin’
Nigga hate the fact that I’m climbin’
Might try to kill me when I find it
Can’t fuck his girl, I did it
Yellin’, “Fuck the world,” for my niggas
[Verse 4: LBS Kee’vin]
Ayy
Name one bitch I ain’t fuck, I’ma hit it
I might get the load if they lower the ticket
Get money all day, and at night, I’m with bitches
We got shit in common, we both got extensions
I do this shit for my niggas who stuck in the trenches
And them niggas who gone, ain’t been home in a minute
I been trappin’, I ain’t made a song in a minute
I’ma player, I don’t fuck, get the dome and I’m finished
I been spendin’ this cash in L.A., ain’t no limit
Which one you want, Gucci or Prada?
Just get ’em both, I’m havin’ a lotta
Money and bitches never been a problem
All this rap money gettin’ invested in choppas
I been movin’ the Percs, even servin’ the doctors
Big bag supplier and big 4s
Hoes givin’ up they box, no Klitschkos
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
Know you see me shinin’
Let’s take it back when I was grindin’
Nigga hate the fact that I’m climbin’
Might try to kill me when I find it
Can’t fuck his girl, I did it
Yellin’, “Fuck the world,” for my niggas
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