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Bestfriends

42 Dugg

Hip-Hop/Rap

215,440 Shazams

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
42 Dugg
42 Dugg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
Dyllan McKinney
Dyllan McKinney
Songwriter
Einer Bankz
Einer Bankz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Einer Bankz
Einer Bankz
Producer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mastering Engineer
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Executive Producer
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Executive Producer
David Dmac McDowell
David Dmac McDowell
Producer
Khaya Gilika
Khaya Gilika
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Me and Dreze, nigga, me and Recey, nigga (Dmac on the fuckin' track) Free all the mo'fuckin' boys, nigga Big fours (tell a young nigga I need it, always been that way, nigga) (Tuned up) fuck with me, you sayin' somethin'? Me and my youngins, all we like to do is get money (what up?) Fuck hoes, kill niggas, spray shit 64 shots between us, can't miss Bro, I killed you, oh, he ain't dead? Fuck R-I-P, he ain't had the same luck Wire got one too, this is not the same truck Get your hoe head speakin' down on a G TJ on her ass in the SRT Me and Tay, we just poured up another eighth Bro I hate when rat hoеs start actin' fake For that My Brother Keeper, mе and Dreze We done really blew shit down on my kids Doggy gotta chill, might as well step in Every time we touch, bitch, two FNs Just called up the best friends, youngins really put in work There's a track file, all the niggas we done murdered All these bitches gettin' fucked, I'm the never fall in love type 'Cause right, cookin' up usin' tooth box, nigga, thug life I was just drinkin' cool shots, bitch, I love life, brrat How much you gon' charge for that mil' and then the next? All I know is disrespect, niggas ain't been in the field You gotta whack, them niggas ain't doin' no drills I never call you to duty, they'll never call you a shooter How the fuck we all gettin' to it? How the fuck my dawg in a movie? Fully automatic 45s, not Uzis Still gon' blow it, nigga, I don't give a fuck Half of the city's toe tags go to us I ain't ever no showed no side, never fucked Nigga, tell me y'all want it, bitch, we can get it Still on the corner, mix the fentanyl with Drezey (you a hooptie) Me and my youngins, all we like to do is get money (what up?) Fuck hoes, kill niggas, spray shit 64 shots between us, can't miss Bro, I killed you, oh, he ain't dead? Fuck R-I-P, he ain't had the same luck Wire got one too, this is not the same truck Get your hoe head speakin' down on a G TJ on her ass in the SRT Me and Tay, we just poured up another eighth Bro I hate when rat hoes start actin' fake For that My Brother Keeper, me and Dreze We done really blew shit down on my kids
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