42 Dugg, Tay B, Cash Kidd - Verified lyrics
42 Dugg [Dion Marquise Hayes] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[42 Dugg, Tay B, Cash Kidd - Verified lyrics]
This how we gon' do this, ayy
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I remember we ain't have shit
Now look at us, both verified
Fuckin' bad bitches
Bro, I done drove fast whips, bro
I done crashed whips
I don't care if she a lame ho
Or if she a rat bitch
I'ma fuck her like my main
Treat her like a fat bitch
I don't care about my last bitch
Let my mans hit
I just checked my bank account
This shit outrageous
Woke up with no socks on
I feel like a caveman, Look
Ayy, bust a nut, fell straight to sleep
Got her ass heated
Bro asked, "Was her pussy good?" Shit
I caught amnesia
Nigga said fuck my dead brother
Made his ass meet him
Have to pay for them words like a rap feature
Draco with the long nose
Look like an anteater fendi prints
Put the F's on her like a gas meter
Bag touch
I'm passin' out F's like a mad teacher
Say she want me and Tay B
We gon' tagteam her
Ayy, told Dugg to bring 42, she want four too
This little shit these niggas signin' for
We gon' blow through
Y'all niggas trippin' over hoes
That's what we don't do
Arguing with your bitch every day
Is what you go through
On the phone beggin' for her back
On your cryin' shit
Gave you a lil' trophy, one year
On my Kawhi shit
You like Curry shootin' from the three
You can't buy a brick
She said she ain't fuck me
She a lyin' bitch
Yeah, and she be suckin' dick (Rat)
Five hours to the K, she a fuckin' trip
Nine hours to the ten, we gon' fuck again
High-fivin' with my mans
You can fuck her friend
I might up a couple hundred
What's a fuckin' Benz?
Rose and light AP, nigga, one-of-one (Duh)
Bitches call me Calipari
I know one-and dones
And we ain't thinkin' 'bout your nigga
He a fuckin' bum
Huh, nigga cappin' like he one of us
Bitch, I'm sittin' on racks
Like a honey bun you sound dumb as fuck
You think we ain't bring them drums with us
One on ones
In here punchin' up like an uppercut
Yeah, every nigga on this fuckin'
Song been a hundred up
I'ma be up a half a mil' when the summer up
I know these niggas sick
They can't stomach us
Your bitch suck me out my
Skin like a tummy tuck
Can't none of y'all lil'
Niggas fuck with me (At all)
I ain't payin' the ho for nothin'
She a fuckin' freak
Left wrist, right wrist four thousand a piece
Probably hit his baby mama
He got a problem with me
Heard I hit a nigga sister
That was all facts
Played Bape in '18, now we off that
Sell dope and chase dreams, we don't all rap
Naw, nigga, we don't all rap
Heard I hit a nigga mama, that was real shit
Lost five hundred thousand
But I'm still lit (Turnt)
I ain't pourin' Belvedere
I'm pourin' real Cris'
Only real niggas feel this
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I remember we ain't have shit
Now look at us, both verified
Fuckin' bad bitches
Bro, I done drove fast whips, bro
I done crashed whips
I don't care if she a lame ho
Or if she a rat bitch
I'ma fuck her like my main
Treat her like a fat bitch
I don't care about my last bitch
Let my mans hit
I just checked my bank account
This shit outrageous
Woke up with no socks on
I feel like a caveman, Look
Ayy, bust a nut, fell straight to sleep
Got her ass heated
Bro asked, "Was her pussy good?" Shit
I caught amnesia
Nigga said fuck my dead brother
Made his ass meet him
Have to pay for them words like a rap feature
Draco with the long nose
Look like an anteater fendi prints
Put the F's on her like a gas meter
Bag touch
I'm passin' out F's like a mad teacher
Say she want me and Tay B
We gon' tagteam her
Ayy, told Dugg to bring 42, she want four too
This little shit these niggas signin' for
We gon' blow through
Y'all niggas trippin' over hoes
That's what we don't do
Arguing with your bitch every day
Is what you go through
On the phone beggin' for her back
On your cryin' shit
Gave you a lil' trophy, one year
On my Kawhi shit
You like Curry shootin' from the three
You can't buy a brick
She said she ain't fuck me
She a lyin' bitch
Yeah, and she be suckin' dick (Rat)
Five hours to the K, she a fuckin' trip
Nine hours to the ten, we gon' fuck again
High-fivin' with my mans
You can fuck her friend
I might up a couple hundred
What's a fuckin' Benz?
Rose and light AP, nigga, one-of-one (Duh)
Bitches call me Calipari
I know one-and dones
And we ain't thinkin' 'bout your nigga
He a fuckin' bum
Huh, nigga cappin' like he one of us
Bitch, I'm sittin' on racks
Like a honey bun you sound dumb as fuck
You think we ain't bring them drums with us
One on ones
In here punchin' up like an uppercut
Yeah, every nigga on this fuckin'
Song been a hundred up
I'ma be up a half a mil' when the summer up
I know these niggas sick
They can't stomach us
Your bitch suck me out my
Skin like a tummy tuck
Can't none of y'all lil'
Niggas fuck with me (At all)
I ain't payin' the ho for nothin'
She a fuckin' freak
Left wrist, right wrist four thousand a piece
Probably hit his baby mama
He got a problem with me
Heard I hit a nigga sister
That was all facts
Played Bape in '18, now we off that
Sell dope and chase dreams, we don't all rap
Naw, nigga, we don't all rap
Heard I hit a nigga mama, that was real shit
Lost five hundred thousand
But I'm still lit (Turnt)
I ain't pourin' Belvedere
I'm pourin' real Cris'
Only real niggas feel this