Verified (feat. 42 Dugg & Tay B)

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 Tyler Perry, 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