42 Dugg, EST Gee, Tae Money - Gave It Back lyrics

Flexin' on that bitch, hol' up
It's either us or them
And we would never fuck again

Ten-thousand, and beat two-hunnid off
In a Ford
Five-hunnid cash, no rent, baby, it's yours
Jet to the moon, I can board
You still got your rose Patek, dawg? Well
Of course
Twelve-hunnid, the horse
Nine-hunnid to twerk (Skrrt)
Lights have the pedal and
Watch this bitch twerk
Lot of shit niggas doin'
I'm going in first
Like putting niggas on shirts
Sell a nigga like it's merch
Free GottiBandz 'till dirt
No I don't fuck with no percs
Niggas wanna buy a bag but
Niggas'll buy a purse
I guess 'cause I'm turnt
I'm 'posed to go through the worst
Forever got me in church
Co-signing the servers
All my swipes dirty, twenty-three with a .30
No attempts for me
I've only been doing murders
Timing went through the weed and
Money went through the garden
He ain't with us to search him, strip him
Fuck niggas
Promethazine in my soul like "Fuck liquor"

Yeah, half a ticket on my neck, this a Lamb
Not a Vette
She want to be my bitch, nigga, sit on that
Have sex
And tell your friends, group-text
Doggy up next
And we was beefing with him 'till
We seen he was a rat
And last opp died during niggas slidin' jets
And last opp cried, whole squads got wet
I heard niggas words' when that
Shit on my block
I really run my city if
I'm rapping or I'm not

Yeah, I see a dumb nigga
Make him move on out the pot
A six-figure nigga
I ain't sleeping on no cot
I have a million in kiillers
Come get it while it's hot
And me and your nigga
More than different, babe
He an opp
And he don't know the feeling
200K on a watch
He only know the feeling Tru
Want to play on his-
I'm 'posed to believe y'all killas
All in the trenches?
I make sure he listen
I watch him come in with riches
I heard about the water mouth
You can stop a magician
He puttin' him in danger
You livin' with all them bitches
I told her I got five grand, "Here you go
Start a business"
And say we got it with you
That should let you know she did it
Don't care how many chances I gave him
He not official
Get every single drop you can find
I got a ticket

Yeah, have a ticket on my neck, this a Lamb
Not a Vet
She want to be my bitch, nigga, sit on that
Have sex
And tell your friends, group-text
Doggy up next
And we was beefing with him 'till
We seen he was a rat
And last shop died during
Niggas slidin' jets
And last shop cried, whole squads got wet
I heard niggas words' when that
Shit on my block
I really run my city whether
I'm rapping or I'm not