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PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damion Deron Williams
Damion Deron Williams
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Executive Producer
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Executive Producer
DJ Swift
DJ Swift
Producer
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

D-D-D-D-DJ Swift on the track Youngest in the-, hey, I see you niggas (Mook, what up?) Mook got the keys jumpin' Dugg brick for 65, yeah, I'm on that Free Skeet, if they don't take a three, then I don't want that One foot in and one foot out like fuck it, bring them phones back Cuz takin' hits still, 12 could get 'em killed still Buzz been goin' up in the hood, Doggy a thug Jedd finally cut off his hair, caught him a Blood Still takin' hits of the nast', thought I was done Nah, bitch, get you a bag, let's have some fun Jazz back fuckin' with Chazz, I shouldn't cry Maybach, two hunnid in cash, I shouldn't drive Local niggas tryna compete, show me a M Ran up two-fifty this week, nigga, in Timbs Gotti got 'em all lined up, I want a dime Doggy talkin' crazy on the 'Gram, I wanna try 'em Like he ain't worth half what he be sayin', niggas be lyin' Bitch, I get it, I'm still fuckin' ovеr all your niggas Turntest youngin' in the city, you know all us pipe Evеrybody tote a .30, bitch, and all us fight Gettin' paid from them birdies, niggas, all us Mike, Vick, ho Let's hit the road, I need a white bitch (what else?) Pro'ly move back to the A, niggas don't like me Never seen Dugg go bold, check his indictments Told all you niggas here 'cause I'm on, why you ain't write me? I just got them call from Durk, niggas kitin' off the rock See a opp, you know it's on, say he right, I know he wrong Ain't no iffin', bitch, I'm goin', two shot dealie, bitch, I'm blowin' Any color, double orange, rose gold, 40 pointers Niggas' hoes, they be pointin' (I see you) Show that work work, nigga, I know like four of y'all ain't right Double seven out of five, nigga, four of y'all ain't fight Give me those, straight to Mike's, that was never me And tell that bitch, "Get off my dick, I got better freaks" Bro, if I want a ho for real, she'll never leave I'm still on the East, packin', swervin' in that Bent' I still got the same air mattress that got her hit Lemme stop, I got a bitch, but nigga, she rich too Turntest youngin' in the city, you know all us pipe Everybody tote a 30, bitch, and all us fight Gettin' paid from them birdies, niggas, all us Mike, Vick, ho Let's hit the road, I need a white bitch (what else?) Pro'ly move back to the A, niggas don't like me Never seen Dugg go bold, check his indictments Told all you niggas here 'cause I'm on, why you ain't write me? I just got them call from Durk, niggas kitin' off the rock Niggas kitin' off the rock, bitch
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