Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Rap
CMG The Label
CMG The Label
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Paroles/Composition
Ceary Veon Houston
Ceary Veon Houston
Paroles/Composition
Denis Barszcz
Denis Barszcz
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Veno The Builder
Veno The Builder
Production
A1Rocky
A1Rocky
Production
Khaya "Macxsn" Gilika
Khaya "Macxsn" Gilika
Ingénierie de prise de son
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

[Intro]
Step on it
(Look out Veno) **** on me, ten links on, probably a mill' on me
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
Pull up, curtains down on a Maybach, **** hate that
Suitcase full of eight straps, I used to take straps
[Chorus]
They say that **** ain't rat, well, where that case at?
Half of these **** ain't that, hey just can make rap
In public with a fully loaded, some **** can get you boated
If you ain't tryna kill some, then why the **** you totin'?
Now a lot of people picked up, but not too many wrote me
She love that I don't give a ****, that's why I keep her close
You don't wanna war with me, I got too many soldiers
Quit screamin' "Dugg, you spoil me", before I bend you over
I'm eatin' off of royalties, they know my **** cold
One time for the real **** who ain't never told
[Verse 1]
Jump back down, ****, we off that clown ****
Skinny brown petite thing, want me to pound ****
Everything true blue, when I'm in town, ****
Still yellin' "R.I.P. Scoot" I really miss you
Cutty on some new shoes, fiberglass Dugg
Draggin' down Wilshere, I'm all in Spazz hood
I ain't gotta check ****, I know that bag good
Raise your hand if you a ****, that's what she had Dugg
Shoutout to my last wood, come get your **** whooped
Everything fast too, shoutout my last two
Still holdin' for the H, I wish we had drew
I'm still holdin' for the G, I wish we had wild
Still holdin' for the hawks, I'm in my bag now
Them poles used to kill sixes, they killin' fives now
Quit tellin' **** I been trippin', I'm on my Ps and Qs
Dre keep fallin' asleep on me, I think he need some juice
Say I don't need no auto tune, just bring me all the blues
Young And Turnt the label, ****, that **** that's comin' soon
How you think you made it, ****? Like you can **** with me
Val, Tameka and Shanique, they got a truck a piece
Lou, your nephew gettin' big and you got another niece
They don't know that **** you did, ****, rest in peace
Just got word that youngin' in there with a thug
I put five on him, but they gon' do it on the love
Ten secure packs, a whole gallon of some spud
That's a tip, ****, you ****
[Chorus]
They say that **** ain't rat, well, where that case at?
Half of these **** ain't that, hey just can make rap
In public with a fully loaded, some **** can get you boated
If you ain't tryna kill some, then why the **** you totin'?
Now a lot of people picked up, but not too many wrote me
She love that I don't give a ****, that's why I keep her close
You don't wanna war with me, I got too many soldiers
Quit screamin' "Dugg, you spoil me", before I bend you over
I'm eatin' off of royalties, they know my **** cold
One time for the real **** who ain't never told
Written by: Ceary Veon Houston, Denis Barszcz, Dion Hayes
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