音乐视频
音乐视频
制作
出演艺人
42 Dugg
声乐
Taleban Dooda
声乐
作曲和作词
Darren A. Wright Jr.
作词
Dion Hayes
作词
Martin McCurtis
作曲
制作和工程
Helluva
制作人
Mixedbykanalboi
录音工程师
歌词
[Verse 1]
Ay, 4-Tray, they the squad
4 shit, no ho shit, bitch, yeah
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Verse 2]
Trappin' ain't dead, you **** scamped out (You **** scamped out)
Bitch, I ain't never seen a drought, bring them grams out (Bring them grams out)
My little brother had that jam, we had to bail him out (We had to bail him out)
Record was cleaner than a bitch, but he a felon now, yeah (He a felon now)
Bitch, we run the city, this our town (This is our town)
I can't even trust a bitch, can't let my guard down (Let my guard down)
That boy finally got a stick, he actin' hard now (He actin' hard now)
Big bro be watchin' for the feds, he sellin' hard now (He sellin' hard now)
[Verse 3]
And that's a flagrant, it's tragic, but he fouled out (He fouled out)
Lil' Guap smacked him with the stick until he passed out (Yeah, he passed out)
Thought it was funny, tables turned, we get to laugh now (We get to laugh now)
My momma proud, her baby turned into a cash cow (Yeah, I'm a cash cow)
Please, forever throw your fours to the sky (To the sky)
I forever throw them fours till I die (Till I die)
And we can't tie, I'm runnin' with my pride (My pride)
And we used to fist fight before we slang that iron (Slangin' iron)
I'm sorry but I can't tote no Glock unless a .30 on it (A .30 on it)
Your baby daddy sellin' rerocks just get rid of homie (Get rid of homie)
Four pockets full, on the regular, I keep fifty on me (I keep fifty on me)
Ain't none of this shit light, real gold, diamonds heavy one me (Yeah, heavy on me)
[Verse 4]
Trappin' ain't dead, you **** scamped out (You **** scamped out)
Bitch, I ain't never seen a drought, bring them grams out (Bring them grams out)
My little brother had that jam, we had to bail him out (We had to bail him out)
Record was cleaner than a bitch, but he a felon now, yeah (He a felon now)
Bitch, we run the city, this our town (This is our town)
I can't even trust a bitch, can't let my guard down (Let my guard down)
That boy finally got a stick, he actin' hard now (He actin' hard now)
Big bro be watchin' for the feds, he sellin' hard now
[Verse 5]
I still be fuckin' with the men who broke out the doghouse
If you ain't yellin', "Free Tim" we 'bout to fall out
Ball out, I'ma hold it down till they all out
Made ****, I done dumped shit, I done saved ****, grave digger
Probably still livin' and ain't gotta pay for 'em (Why not?)
Baby girl sell that pussy, throw some Bape on her (Babe on her)
Hit her, ain't wanna do it, I just hate cuz
First hundred K I made was off of fake drugs
Young dawg, dick sucker, said he made Dugg (How?)
Ten toes, five poles, I'm in every hood
Bad bitch, ass on her, but she can't cook
Aye, I don't know too many **** hoes I ain't took (Ask around)
Lamb' truck, Caddy truck, **** free Reek (Skrrt)
Young **** turned bitch, always three deep (Yeah)
I can't remember a time when it was free me (Me)
Fuck the feds till I'm dead, **** free Meech (Free Meech)
[Verse 6]
Trappin' ain't dead, you **** scamped out (You **** scamped out)
Bitch, I ain't never seen a drought, bring them grams out (Bring them grams out)
My little brother had that jam, we had to bail him out (We had to bail him out)
Record was cleaner than a bitch, but he a felon now, yeah (He a felon now)
Bitch, we run the city, this our town (This is our town)
I can't even trust a bitch, can't let my guard down (Let my guard down)
That boy finally got a stick, he actin' hard now (He actin' hard now)
Big bro be watchin' for the feds, he sellin' hard now (He sellin' hard now)
Written by: Darren A. Wright Jr., Dion Hayes, Martin McCurtis