42 Dugg, Lil Baby, Peewee Longway - Not Us lyrics

Dion Marquise Hayes

Dominique Armani Jones [4PF] Atlanta. USA.

[42 Dugg, Lil Baby, Peewee Longway - Not Us lyrics]

You feel me? Ayy

Seventy-five the whole way
We gon' break it down and sell it
I got niggas eatin' trash
Really waitin' on me to mail
I got, ayy, I got pictures, I got bitches
Send my youngin on a mission
Oh, that's your cousin? He a witness (Rat)
Should've told him mind his business
Once he's on the floor we gon'
Send him to the ceiling twenty-eight a bow
You can smell it when they seal it
Since you niggas cappin'
I'ma show you how to peel it
Definition of wild nigga
I'm all in the crowd with it
Reach for this chain
My nigga lettin' the crowd feel it
We 'bout business
Throw a couple in his mama
We ain't got feelings
My nigga fightin' the feds but
He is not finished (At all)
I told him take 'em to the door
We can't move 'em in the city
I'ma take 'em to the O
Told my nigga ain't no favors
You can make them lil' pros

Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood
We ain't puttin' on your head, that is not us
Once my nigga shaved them dreads
He done got one
Once my nigga shaved them dreads
He done dropped somethin'

The agent like the truck
We crack a nigga like a pint of lean
Draco with the monkey nuts'll flip
You like a trampoline
Kidney full of Maybelline, Amiri drippin'
A murder scene
Used to cook up that Charlie Sheen
223 like Alamine lights out, white chalk
That stick sound like a track hawk
Hah, hah, hah, hah, walk up and do face shots
Bring the yellow tape out, mash on your tater
I put mass all on beta
Now I got bags on the equator
Orange, purple Laker
Five hundred comin', pray to God
Hope it make it
Just wrapped up five diamonds
Hope it's gone, 'cause I'ma take it
Mama tell me "Son
Every day I hope you make it"
Mama tell me "Son
Every day I hope you make it"

Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood
We ain't puttin' on your head, that is not us
Once my nigga shaved them dreads
He done got one
Once my nigga shaved them dreads
He done dropped somethin'
Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood
We ain't puttin' on your head, that is not us
Once my nigga shaved them dreads
He done got one
Once my nigga shaved them dreads
He done dropped somethin'

Ayy, where that money at? Pulled up
Where it's 'posed to be
All these bags in the spot
But ain't no groceries
Ain't put no tints on none of my cars, opps
They know it's me i was raised up by my mom
But ain't no ho in me
Runnin' out the spot, tear the bush up
Comin' down the street
Grab the money, leave the weed, they find it
They can keep it
Catch a body, you know the code
Just keep that shit a secret
Swear to God we'll wipe his nose
We ever catch him leaking
They hit my right hand with that charge
It left my heart in pieces
Flood my right hand with baguettes
I wear the flawless pieces
In my bag, I'm talkin' to 'em
It's like I'm really preachin'
'Bout to go and buy a church
And make the bros the deacons

Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood
We ain't puttin' on your head, that is not us
Once my nigga shaved them dreads
He done got one
Once my nigga shaved them dreads
He done dropped somethin'
Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood
We ain't puttin' on your head, that is not us
Once my nigga shaved them dreads
He done got one
Once my nigga shaved them dreads
He done dropped somethin'

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