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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Songwriter
Martin McCurtis
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter
Leonardo Bostan
Leonardo Bostan
Songwriter
Max Wonnenberg
Max Wonnenberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Helluva
Helluva
Producer
Unicus
Unicus
Producer
Rizzo
Rizzo
Producer
Khaya "Macxsn" Gilika
Khaya "Macxsn" Gilika
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You know me? Turn me up This for all my thugs who ain't heard me in a minute Like, ten Ms comin', when I get it, I'ma split it This for all my killers, this for all my dawgs This for all my niggas that I just left behind the wall (Helluva made this beat, baby) I'm back fucking with rods, nigga, I hear you got 'em for cheap I'm doing this shit for y'all, all my lil' ones on the East I should be preaching peace, but you know how I get Soon as a nigga slip, I'ma throw some in this shit It's like four-somethin' in this bitch Guess who paid for all the blickys If Spaz don't make it home, I'ma start by getting busy Tell my lawyer, "Go and get it," got a quarter on her, cash And I be in the 'burbs, still'll thump a nigga ass Bring my pipe and get it mashed, watch me fight, cuz You'd be surprised how many niggas wanna whack Dugg Trap jumping, yeah, nigga, and I rap good I'ma stand on niggas, Gotti 'til they catch up Ask 12, is it easy tryna catch us? I bought my Lamb' truck yellow, but it's matte black All that actin' like you special, here go five racks (yeah) I wanna fuck, boo And I ain't only get the cash, I bought the trucks too (yeah) My bitch got on Rafs too like, it's a "Us" thing My watch almost 300 thousand, nigga, fuck chains I just had a Rust game Yeah, Bricks, how you feel about cuz? Yeah, bitch Still be on the 6 with it (yeah), young rich niggas (yeah) Goin' broke over a ho? I'ma finna fix niggas I don't wanna rap with them, they can't get a pic with me Say my name another time, I'm going bitch shit And Dawgy, this is big business, where yo' whip at? Man, never mind, nigga, where yo' bitch at? I ain't with the chit-chat, that's how I'ma get back I tote something with a kickback, my Cartier better miss that (mm) Because you know how I get it Fours over everything, you know who I'm with (bitch) Miss me with the Patty Gang, bae, you know I'm rich I should tip something, no, trick call you Don't think you caught us slipping, my bitch keep a blick on her I still be in the trenches, no one pay for sticks on me, yeah Smack cat (what else?), backtrack (Dugg) If you ain't leave it empty, tell your driver spin it back (yeah) Spin that Hummer, spin that Range He still where I left him, so I know I did my thing (yeah) Spin that cat, nigga, spin that track If you ain't leave it empty, tell your driver, spin it back (duh, duh, duh, duh) D cup RIP Max
Writer(s): Martin Mccurtis, Dion Marquise Hayes, Max Wonnenberg, Leonardo Bostan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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