42 Dugg - Last Ones Left Album Lyrics

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Ice Talk

Yeah, yeah (uh, uh)
Yeah, yeah (uh)

Who got the ups on us? (Who got ups on us?)
Strap across your shirt, like, nigga, buckle up (Helluva made this beat, baby)
You can't miss, I send you on that hit, might die, you f*ck it up
Perp hole got like tee trimmers, real street nigga, my money up
Wave his bitch like, "Hey, what's up?"
Soon as fat boy get close enough
Niggas don't want bump, they punks, on IG, hope I post 'em up
I talk to them bodies late at night when I be rollin' up

They know it's us
Gone with all that flaggin', bitch, you braggin', now I choke on bruh
.40, that's the caliber, the magazine is seventeen
I got this from Medellín, eighteen times thirty-three
I hope he ain't sellin' dreams, might go back to mailin' keys
I don't want no good bitch, make Dugg bitch a felon, please

My wrist methamphetamine (my wrist methamphetamine)
You know this that ice talk (ice, ice, ice)
Hop out on foot, let pipe off
Yellow tape, white chalk
Ot gettin' this ice off
'Fore a hundred miles every country town around, we beat it down
Used to bag up pieces, sittin' up east listenin' to "Wipe Me Down"

I know they don't like me now
Your brother, sister, cousin (f*ck 'em)
Feds ever hit the house, put my shit in the oven
They get cheaper by the roster, grew to a monster
We blow them choppers, bitch
I don't know my alphabets
Tell me, what come after rich?
Play with us, we whackin' shit
Claimin' shit and stampin' shit
F*ck y'all (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

These niggas don't want beef with us, they IG killers
We bendin' blocks in three rentals, I don't see niggas
Keep drillin', bitch, we breed killers, we elite spinners
Big Shiner, keep his heat with him, eat and sleep with it

Wake up
Bitch won't f*ck the youngin from the front, go get that makeup
To make sure all my niggas had a piece, I took a pay cut
Ho gon' put this apartment in her name, we need some paystubs
I'm crankin' off fake drugs, did four-hundred in eight months
Ten with me like eight stuffed
The driver like my idol
That's the only bitch I can't touch
These niggas is not me, these niggas is not Gee
Got blow pack, got Roxies
Got weed stamps, its a boxed Gen, I'm top ten

Yeah, go catch one and get locked in
Got out of line and get knocked in
In my city, I'm top ten
Number one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
With a white boy snortin' H lines
In the side county, niggas can't find
With a .45 on my waistline
Like f*ck next, I'm lit now
Crossed over, I'm big slime
I'm still slidin', I'm rich now
Everybody gotta pick sides
Took a risk to hold up my wrist high
My lil' brother took six lives
He a lil' nigga but look 6'5
Can the opps say they didn't hide?
Yeah

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Thump Shit

Free them boys, we them (me and Spiff)
Ayy, free them boys, we them (keep one on the hip, yeah)
Ayy, free them boys, we them boys, bitch (yeah, ayy) (Big Papito)

Pop out with my ice on, Mr. Get Them Pints Gone
F*ck you want a price for? You ain't coppin' slabs, nigga
Bad bitch tell me that I'm better than her last nigga (duh)
Rat bitch love me for throwin' 4s and droppin' Fives, nigga
Doggy still be cashin' shit, f*ck her good, then pass the bitch
Wayward down to Gratiot bitch, I probably made a ticket there
If I'm in there, them sticks in there, them Bloods in there, we blitzin' that
Front to back, bring triple back, on 85 for these fetties
Cuddy's talkin' sixty five, that's only 'cause his fiends paid that
F*ck it, put a one on 'em and ship 'em out
Ice bowls, ice bowls, I said, "I got 'em" (I do)
iPhones, iPhones, I still got 'em (I do)
We take a jet to the bed, they buyin' vests before they stride
I guess we know who not the killers, rest in peace, free my niggas
Ric called, Apple called, then Skeet (hello?)
Murray called, 'Onte called, then MD (hello?)
White Runtz (exotic), Pink Runtz, four a piece (I got 'em)
Moneybagg (who else?), Babyface, EST
Buss down, touchdown then repeat it
Sixty-five a gram, nigga, who can beat it?
Red Eye, then the Demon, f*ck the Urus
Some youngings caught me slippin', I ain't trippin', got insurance
Bitch, I'm back again, I'm strapped again, you get whacked again
They got the Hemmys, forgot the Benz, I put ten on each
I know his mans, I know his bitch, I do not forget
Give me a week, ask about young, he do not exist

Thump shit, thump shit, doggy 'nem thump shit
Slump shit, slump shit, doggy 'nem slump shit
Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too
What about your youngings, doggy? My youngings killers too
Thump shit, thump shit, doggy 'nem thump shit (gonna thump sum', gonna thump sum')
Slump shit, slump shit, doggy 'nem slump shit (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too (yeah, you know what's up)
(EST, Skcretch Gang)
What about your youngings, doggy? My youngings killers too (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

This fat bitch, I remember you (I remember)
You been a ho since middle school (been a bitch)
Dead or sippin' soup from off a spoon (mmm)
That's what this switcher do (brrp, brrp)
Cappin' niggas pitiful (niggas showin')
Condition never critical (niggas lyin')
He die before he even knew (he was dead)
Get some blood on all that blue (shoot him dead)
Face shot, trappin' in the spot
Makin' my H lock (makin' my dawg lock)
"How you get that rich before you sign?" (Mmm)
Shit, I had eight spots (I had like eight on)
In and out, can't stop
Two stoves, eight pots (Yeah, mmm, eight pots)
One on every burner (every burner)
We the ones who do the murders (murders)
Whacked his younger brother and the big one (mmm)
"Shh," I know it hurt him (I know it hurt your feelings)
I ain't accidentally puttin' niggas under (mmm)
Shit on purpose (ain't accidentally kill nothing)
It was rumors but I heard it (yeah)
Hit 'em four times with that burner (four times with that AR)
Know we thump shit, thump shit (thump sum, thump sum)
Geeski 'nem thump shit (you know we thump shit)
What else you need to know about 'em?
Pshh, he can't be f*cked with (yeah, we can't be f*cked with)
Set a nigga up or somethin' (set somthin' up)
Bitch, f*ck all that slut shit (f*ck all that slut shit)
Let me pop this Perc' before we f*ck
Bitch, I might nut quick (wait, wait, I might nut fast)
Premature, come to shootin' that blower
Always bust quick (mmm, nigga always bust fast)

Thump shit, thump shit, doggy 'nem thump shit (yeah, you know we thump shit)
Slump shit, slump shit, doggy 'nem slump shit (yeah, mmm, you know we thump shit)
Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too
What about your youngings, doggy? My youngings killers too
Thump shit, thump shit, doggy 'nem thump shit
Slump shit, slump shit, doggy 'nem slump shit
Kill niggas, real niggas, a bitch can get it too
What about your youngings, doggy? My youngings killers too

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I Never Judged You

(FOREVEROLLING)

Yeah, I ain't never ask for acceptance (I ain't never)
I guess it mess with 'em (I guess it f*ck with 'em)
Police come, I ain't offer them nothin', not even a Mexican
Is it a thot? Let me know, and I'll stop f*cking this nigga's bitch (stop f*cking this nigga's bitch)
City shit, ask all the killers who got the city lit (ask the killers, I got the city lit)
I don't do no hate out of jealousy, I'm 'bout stretchin' shit (I'm 'bout murder)
Plan it carefully, cut after the hundredth time, I measured it (yeah, I'm 'bout murder)
You telling me? 'Cause it's true the street shit overlook it (yeah, the street shit overlook it)
Ain't ride after they took him, like you ain't know he was pussy (like you ain't know he was pussy)
Whenever I pop outside, nigga's eyes be wide and they be lookin' (nigga's eyes be wide and they lookin')
If a nigga I don't like ever blow up rappin' then I'm gon' book him (know that I'm gon' book him)
If it's up with us, you can't quit, we gon' spank shit like a whoopin' (spank shit like a whoopin')
The streets ain't want no H 'cause it ain't chase straight and we cook it

I'm on these pussies
Six thousand for the Black Cherry Gelato, this ain't Cookie
A hundred thousand, a couple of bottles, who want Duggy?
Ayy, I boogie, still the mix the woody
You know I ain't f*ck her, but she was lookin'
On both my brothers, I got Trufflez, the real Trufflez
That come in duffels, I don't smoke, I sold a couple
Just off the muscle, he ain't hustle, boy, I don't trust 'em
Bitch, free my uncle
If I don't bust you, I'd probably punch you
Yeah, for no reason, 'cause I want to
Nigga, what you gon' do?
You know I'm lit, you know I'm pipin'
Hundred Gs on a bike, only drove it twice
And I got a Ducati
Come through, I got 'em
Doggy beat that body, you know I need you
You ain't up and we even
Nigga, R.I.P. Reece
Cuz I love you, I ain't never judge you
I ain't been the same since I lost my granny
Since I lost my brother
How y'all ain't here to see me win?
Help me count these M's
Know I fell out with a couple friends
Niggas weren't my mans
Three hundred thousand on the Benz
Probably do it again
And if I catch another one lackin'
I'ma shoot again (boop-boop-boop)
Ayy, tell my cousin that I love him
I'll never him
I ain't been the same since I lost my granny
Since I lost my brother
And if I could I'd probably hug 'em
Look at me thuggin'

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Spin

(FOREVEROLLIN)
Forever on it
Free Ric
(Flexin')

Told my brother if I'm missin'
I got set up by a bitch, oh, what?
Hands-on in that kitchen
I don't think I hit the tan enough (baow)
Y'all know I throw them bands for nothin'
I got two in the pants for nothin'
Ric ain't whack your mans for nothin'
Bitch, you know he had that comin'
I still serve them grams, two hunnid
I might move to Houston Monday
I don't pay my shooters nothin'
they all do that shit for free
Exotic, have them bricks for cheap
They front me four, buy six a week
That paper and them pics for Reece
She suckin' dick, you cuff the bitch
All in niggas' DM's we know
I said you couldn't trust the bitch
My nigga locked, we beefin' now
I told him not to hit my line

Yeah, I still
Be f*ckin' with them pills
Yeah, we spin
A spin your shit again
Nigga, f*ck Will and everybody told
R.I.P to all my niggas
Free my motherf*ckin' bros

Yeah, I still
Be f*ckin' with them pills
Nigga, we spin
A spin your shit again
Nigga, f*ck Will and everybody, yeah
Free my motherf*ckin' bros
Doin' life up in the feds

Red beam on the dread
Need 'em dead
What's the price, I'll pay it
It's love, I ain't even gotta say it
Steppin' long as he got legs
Step in the name of Lil' Ded
Preppin' myself how to play it
These niggas must think I'm playin'
Came in, catch the place, we sped
Flowers, teddy bears, he dead
Bang a tester in his leg
Noddin', slobbin', drop his head
Happy that I spent my last
I drop bags and put 'em on your ass
This shit clear as glass
Last time tinted yellow, said it tasted bad
If it ain't bout cash, then what it is?
On an island, you see FNs
Choppers, Glocks and SIGs
Sure hope you can swim
Couple grand and we right where he live
Technically we ain't spin
Park the car, hop out on land
Head, masks, gloves, hands
Just to get back from my mans

I still
Be f*ckin' with them pills
Yeah, we spin
A spin your shit again
Nigga, f*ck Will and everybody told
R.I.P to all my niggas
Free my motherf*ckin' bros

Yeah, I still
Be f*ckin' with them pills
Nigga, we spin
A spin your shit again
Nigga, f*ck Will and everybody, yeah
Free my motherf*ckin' bros
Doin' life up in the feds

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Skcretch Sum

Yeah, yeah (FOREVEROLLING)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Skcretch some'
Lately I been dreamin', puttin' this heater on the next run
Lil' bro on me to sign him, I can't sign 'em 'til he catch one
He say I'm the reason this shit is, so then I stepped up
F*ck whoever next up, tell 'em send they best one

We gon' send 'em back holdin' his hat with decompressed lungs
God helped me relax, I throw two back, help my depression
These niggas ain't steppers, they too sleepy and they messy eaters
Ecstasy, eyes bleedin', tryna wax 'em neatly
Niggas wan' be rappers badly, okay cool, let's book a feature
He kept hollerin', screamin', "Help me, Jesus"
When that choppa squeezin' (oh, Lord)
People need to learn how to take heat the same
'Cause I might not get you, 'til I do, then all you're people dyin'
I was quiet, puttin' it on the line, everyday for mine
Niggas bitches, all on IG lyin', know that they ain't slidin'
You ain't ever run or walk nothin' down, it's just somethin' that rhymes
Ask about me way before I signed, eye patch with a .9
With a button on the back, you slide, Allen side or die
We 'bout up and on, don't rock no fire if you ain't down to ride

Yeah, skcretch some'
Lately I been dreamin', puttin' this heater on the next run
Lil' bro on me to sign him, I can't sign 'em 'til he catch one
He say I'm the reason this shit is, so then I stepped up
F*ck whoever next up, tell 'em send they best one

I probably got a three piece, two attempts for Ric
And one with Skeet when he had ducked and I had bussed
I think he died, but f*ck it, I tried
And not no bitch, I f*ck with Val
If know shit, I'ma know that cow
All your hitters finally came from pow, yeah, wow
Knock down, ski's drown
Gotti blow, bands down
Shred or go, check that score
There's room for two, they have a O
Niggas be hoes, who the zone?
I was gettin' active, you was at home
Nigga, I know you, and I show you
Ain't been hoed, nigga, I ho you
Free my brodie, never had a co-d
Bitch got an AP, mama got a Rollie
And it's bust, bitch, free us
No more sellin' top, just cuz
'72 Impala drop, no f*cks
Still got thirteen in my bus
Lost my main man, so what?
What about y'all?
What about dawg, bitch?

Yeah, skcretch some'
Lately I been dreamin', puttin' this heater on the next run
Lil' bro on me to sign him, I can't sign 'em 'til he catch one
He say I'm the reason this shit is, so then I stepped up
F*ck whoever next up, tell 'em send they best one

Catch some',
Ridin' with two heaters in my demon
Tryna stretch some'
Sonny got away but it's okay
I'ma get the rest of 'em
They know they got death comin'
I still tweak for Neff, dummy (dummy, bitch)

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Free The Shiners

(Look out, Veno)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, mmm

Hop out with the chop out at my opp house (at my opp house)
Niggas swear they don't f*ck with 12, be tryna cop out (they don't f*ck with jakes)
Drive bounce, smellin' what I'm cookin', put the rock down (smellin' what I'm cookin'?)
Thot bitch used to f*ck with her, she a opp now

Block bitch, f*ckin' B
Her excuse, she sellin' them beans
Who want them for seventeen?
A thousand under eleven G's
F check, exotic?
Nah, nigga, meth? Yes
Rapper where? I sell dog
And I'm not embarrassed

Yeah, stress press, circle squares (stress press)
And that's a solid rep (that's a solid)
Quarter large, this bitch hittin' hard (quarter large)
She tryin' not to stare (tryin' not to)
I don't care, I done dumped on niggas with they mama there (rrr, rrr, rrr)
I'ma jump out first (I'ma jump out)
You know I never been no follower (no, I never been no follower)

I saved her under "Swallower"
Supreme, Trues, Prada purse
I don't trust a bitch
So if I slip, my youngin' still'll lurk
Rapper second, killer first
My opps probably invented shirts
What's his name still in the dirt
Lil' homie and cousin, I'm young, thuggin'
Big Sprite stay muddy (yeah, yeah)
Twelve uncles, they nutty (yeah, yeah)
We been killin' for money (yeah)

Yeah, we been killin' for nothin' (been killin')
Bare face in public (bare face in)
This get back for our brother (get back for our)
Nigga better not ask for nothin' (nigga better not ask for a dollar)
Back up, better not touch me (back up and not-)
Niggas get killed for clutchin' (rrr, rrr)
Niggas die before they blink they eyes (they die)
Ain't even see me up in here (see me up here)
Was fire, damn near crossed me eyes (uh, it was fire)
I ain't even get to f*ck her, I was high
We just met one time
I told this bitch I love her (yeah, I told that bitch I love her)

And I told this bitch just f*ck her
Can't get me, gotta do my brother
Count to three, after three I'm dumpin'
Bumpin', jumpin', f*ck 'em, slump 'em (baow, yeah)
Yellin', "Free Ric"
I'm still yellin', "Free me"
E-S-T, free The Shiners
Exotic weed, got seeds, I ain't buyin' it
F*ck niggas been tryin' me
Ain't no put it behind me
I'm on this shit for real
Ain't jumpin' on no deals
Before I was countin' M's
I was keepin' up with drills
I know what you ain't did
And I know that you ain't built for smoke
So, why you playin' with a nigga
Who done killed before?
We still young, thuggin'
Yellin', "Free all my brothers"
Yellin', "Free all The Shiners"
Indicted for wearin' diamonds, f*ck them (yeah)

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All 100s

All my life I wanted to get money
Ten in each pocket feel right, these all hunnids
Lose your life, no eyes on these bullets
Black Glock 9s with the switch, shoot like fullys (brrt)
Last four, five years we served our state (our state)
Ten bowls clear, ten green and raw H (raw)

I don't piece out shit no more, I'm into wholesalin'
I don't really trip bout' sellin' records 'cause my dope sellin'
Used to sit and talk bout' how I live now to my old celly
Send some shots and caught some back, four in my lower belly
One in my face and shit
That's why we've been facin' shit
Cold casin' shit, takin' shit
I been taking risks
Shoulda been rich
But I pop Percs and sip
Free lil' bruh, he burn up shit
Night and day, fent' and K
Chasin' pape', leave you K'd

All my life I wanted to get money
Ten in each pocket feel right, these all hunnids
Lose your life, no eyes on these bullets
Black Glock 9s with the switch, shoot like fullys (brrt)
Last four, five years we served our state (our state)
Ten bowls clear, ten green and raw H (raw)

Pints and weed, Oxys, beans
I'll sell it all to eat
We supposed to be tag, youngin'
How the f*ck you chargin' me?
My niggas all died for the cause
I really told 'em pause
'Til that shit happened to ours
Now get it done
Put a sixty on his head
Really like a sixty somethin', I'm quiet now
Bitch wait 'til that blicky come, I'm wildin' out (grrah, Nick Cannon, nigga)
For my team I'm fallin' out, I know they got it done (know this)
I don't lurk, I blow that rod and turn shit into Runtz
First to shoot, not first to run
Bitch, we gon' win this
Don't tell me that I'm turnt now
Bitch, 'cause I been this
"We Paid" my only platinum song
But I got ten hits
F*ck 'em if they don't feel us
Free my niggas, free them killers (yeah)

All my life I wanted to get money
Ten in each pocket feel right, these all hunnids
Lose your life, no eyes on these bullets
Black Glock 9s with the switch, shoot like fullys (brrt)
Last four, five years we served our state (our state)
Ten bowls clear, ten green and raw H (raw)

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Whole Gang Buss

Shit been crazy for us
Still gettin' to it
Turnin' shit up with the music

Whole gang buss
Ain't alot of hoes we gon' lust
'Cause it's a lot of hoes we done f*cked
Blow this dick on a hutch
Come through, shittin' like Russ
Plus I keep an arm like must
Big bitch, I'm a star
See this plain, flip on a car
F*ckin' with this bitch in a bar
Send a blitz on a var
Bet he won't get to tomorrow
Send a nigga shit up to Mars

All I need is a car
I'll spin that bitch 'til tomorrow
Know I got my hands in the dark
I ain't never did fraud
Already got the address, switch the card
How you wanna kill your own partner?
I don't need no bars
This Wockesha not Par
Pull over, f*ck her in the car
This a Cat not a Track'
I done lost it all, then got it back
Doggy tellin' me re-rack

Man, y'all niggas soft
This beef'll walk through the park
I do a drill as an artist
Know I .55 my target
This a locked beef, no bargain
Thump a nigga down, don't argue
And they been lookin' harder for you
I just had to silence the tool
Bitch with the Glock, I'm a fool
We don't stop slidin' 'til they through
I average a minimum two

Know it been hard for me
Bitch, young turnt shit start with me
What would y'all do if I just leave?
I just quit
Real street nigga, I don't trust no bitch
In the Lamb', I'm lit
Pour a four in the six
Ten bands got him killed, quit playin'
I don't got no two step but all my shit dancin'
Couple hoes out in France, oui oui
It's me and two Pateks when I say I'm three deep
Bitch, but f*ck all that
Good girl at home but I f*ck all rats
Two Cats, three Tracks and a Maybach
Now I'm mean to the-, know they hate that
Miss me with that fake rap, know a nigga doin' it
Can't take another loss, girly, I'll lose it
You love me? Prove it
How? Hold a nigga down
My mama ever need somethin', do it with a smile
I'm your baby true enough but the shit in this town
F*ck with a nigga Rob, ayy
Been steppin' since kids, yeah
Jalen died in '010, yeah
That's when shit got real, yeah
I'm the shit, nigga, still, yeah

Whole gang buss
Ain't alot of hoes we gon' lust
'Cause it's a lot of hoes we done f*cked
Blow this dick on a hutch
Come through, shittin' like Russ
Plus I keep an arm like must
Big bitch, I'm a star
See this plain, flip on a car
F*ckin' with this bitch in a bar
Send a blitz on a var
Bet he won't get to tomorrow
Send a nigga shit up to Mars

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Free Zoski

Ah, Big Zoski, bitch
Slimey slat
Nicky, how you feel? Yeah
Nicky, how you feel?

I miss my nigga, that shit made me, we gon kill 'em all
I hate that bitch cause she played me, I'm tryna f*ck yo mama
Goofy niggas in the way, thinkin' they gon' stop the cause
That money be the reason why your dogs snake you off
It's a switch up on the glizzy, turn his brain up, poster
The first shot hit his melon, he ain't get to see a doctor
Bitch I'm swimmin' with lil scary, higher than the helicopter
We tryna duck the coppers with a cop full of choppers
There's murder on my man, I'm the one who found his partner
Just copped a nigga danglin', his ass won't see tomorrow
Bypass my blood, bitch I'm slidin' right or wrong
These niggas in they feelings, so they makin' diss songs
When I'm thinkin' bout Austin, bitch, I'm gettin' a wolf gone
Granny I know you watchin', just protect me when I'm doin' wrong
Posted on my album, with Big Bassey as my second homie
Up on every kind, get to dumpin' if they move wrong

Yeah, hatin' on my pocket till I get a bruise on me
Turtle hopped the counter, I been cuttin' food on it
Ridin' through, we hit your Glock, I seen the loose on it
They be huntin' for your top, I got five hundred blues on me
I broke off the whole gang, a lil change, see what the love like
Lil type put my partner back in breads, make sure you love right
Actin' like you see postin' meeks, niggas got gun licenses
Shit be fun and games till the doctor say your love is dyin'
Niggas keep gon' sayin' we down and up but we ain't gun slidin'
Bruddy hold that lick back, I got shit like you a gun diamond
And I ain't ever heard of your big brother, he a bull probably
Hoe niggas can't come around me, I might have lil bruh rob me

Hey, hey bitch I'm CEO, they know we put shit in a coffin
Big chopper, gang CEO, the chopper have my office
See every op that was a problem on my son, we off'ed him
Oh, he a op and we had drop him on my son, we shot him
These sticks are rarrin', you get to move and donate operation, there's no sparkin'
Trappers spent through my bruh, they left his bitch by the garbage
Rich as f*ck, give no f*cks, I'm still gon' break a bitch regardless
Free shiesty out the fed, when he come out, he might go 'rarri
Ammunition switchin' fifty, might pop out with a fullet
A gangster never know, we gotta hollow for all the bullets
Tryna play me like I'm top, I had them killers in your bushes
Ain't loggin' on em, then I turn your bitch into some cookie (Yeah)

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Can't Be Fucked With

(Antt did the track)
It's a young nigga world
Free them boys
Yeah, nigga, we them boys (BeatGang)
No cap
We used to go on missions, call 'em walkthroughs, chalk who?
I can still get you eighty, for a gram of dog food

We cannot be f*cked with
Can't shit fit in this car but sticks
Bitch, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin' hoes, baby, I don't want a bitch

RM's on my wrist (bust)
On my wrist (bust)
Two M's is nonsense (f*ck 'em)
I'm five in
Forgiatos on my Benz
Might dye it red
Tell that ho to give me space
Word to my nigga Ced
In the Demon, she screaming, "No pictures please"
Come and get her
Y'all know y'all cant f*ck with these niggas
Don't call my phone
Barely in the city, got used to hittin' the road
Told my youngest, "Send 'em"
Bitch, doggy back in that mode
I grew up blowin' that pole
I know you niggas be hoes
I'm tryna get me an A
I'm probably sippin' an eight
I know I'm turnt, but said I ran it up off of meds
Free bands, nigga, free Tez
My youngins know how to play it
They catch ones, we out
Them boys ain't got a route
What y'all sellin'?
Ninety-five percent of all the real niggas tellin'
"How the f*ck y'all get all of them pills?"
My niggas mail 'em
I deserve a medal, I f*ck with you heavy
Them boys been rentin', I'm still in a Bentley

We cannot be f*cked with
Can't shit fit in this car but sticks
Bitch, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin' hoes, baby, I don't want a bitch

We cannot be f*cked with
Can't shit fit in this car but sticks
Bitch, the feds cannot stop none of this
I'm cool with havin' hoes, baby, I don't want a bitch

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My Yungin

(MIA JAY C)

Yeah, I'm with two veteran benders, but they my young niggas
Steppin' team, they'll step for free because the love bigger (Helluva made this beat, baby)
They know to keep they head on in the redzone from what I done in it
Proud of all the members I gave game to and they run with it
Solid, stand on business, leave a loaf, won't be a crumb missing
My lil' one nigga follow my hustle, far as I was drug dealin'
Been a public figure, never hustled under another nigga
We back on them Fracos, we outdone, switch it, squeeze once, lug shiftin'
Brought us back the gold from hopeless, look what I done with it
In my heart I sensed the cross, but they say that the blood thicker
Especially when it's leakin' out the body of another nigga
Slidin' through my city postin' pictures, they act like they missed it
Post your lo' you're car gon' end up flippin', drive it to a gymnast
I make millions and make niggas history, miss 'em in they mentions

Yeah, I cross my heart, of course I die the realest, already the biggest
If I pass, I pray they paint the city red in my memory
My young nigga official, we came up in this together
He know take away his feelings when he under pressure
And he know keep us whole, don't let 'em separate the section
Every mission I done sent him was successful, no point in checkin'
Niggas think they special, make us take our time teachin' lessons
My lieutenant, whatever, he with it, hard, smart aggression

I, side-stepped in euro, Robert "The Rich" De Niro
East side hero, I came in this bitch with zero
Supreme got the jet on, I'm little but call me big homie
Still fightin' two with a stick on me, vs1s the white ones
Why would I stop trippin'? I already been indicted
Can't tell me not to tow, just bring a phone to Rikers
Bitch in the ring, you tyson, at the end niggas be bitin' me
Swing on me and die, you niggas know ain't no fight in me
"Can I move sir?" Yeah, that sound like a kite to me
"You got blue sir?" Twenty-three, bruh, what 's the price for me
Niggas doin' life for me, Dunk can't even f*ckin' sleep (free Dunk)
Five thousand every couple days, damn near twice a week
Niggas bring the bikes for me, supreme, two hunnid in beans
Bless me if I sneeze (what else?), catch me if I lean (yeah)
Miss me if I leave (ayy), this shit for the whole team
And we ain't frontin' half, we sellin' the whole thing

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I cross my heart, of course I die the realest, already the biggest
If I pass, I pray they paint the city red in my memory
My young nigga official, we came up in this together
He know take away his feelings when he under pressure
And he know keep us whole, don't let 'em separate the section
Every mission I done sent him was successful, no point in checkin'
Niggas think they special, make us take our time teachin' lessons
My lieutenant, whatever, he with it, hard, smart aggression

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Everybody Shooters Too

Hmm, everybody shooters too
We can't be into it, if I ain't shoot at you (Enrgy made this one)
I'm who all the gangsta young thorough niggas look up to
I'm who all the opps and robbers plot on, tryin' do it too
I'm who all the project and the model hoes wanna do it too
She put it on her head and twist her hands like the screws loose
You talk like you bulletproof
We all really know the truth
They know we the reason for them candlelight vigils
Niggas can't be serious, they funny
He think he the big dog on his block 'cause he got money
Last one got out of line, went against the guys, got punished
Meanwhile I'm thuggin', pullin' pounds outta luggage
Sold it in Kentucky, but I purchased it in Humble
Sevens for one .24, a QP nineteen hunnid
You found out you could hustle, you a killer all a sudden
Sometimes I wish I coulda left with Red, God made me suffer
But pressure made me tougher, when it's smoke I don't be duckin'
You see me out in public with it out, I never tuck it
They say it's all or nothin'

So I'm goin' for it, f*ck it
Million dollar budget, that's in all fives, nigga
Still rentin' in the city, I bought all mines
I ain't been the same since my dawg died
Run off, you get hog tied, silly
He ratted out on Philly, on my mama, I should kill him
Young freak bitch still'll stuff it all for me
I was just in the county, could you make a call for me?
Nah, we don't f*ck with Percs, young nigga or a puppy
My bad if I give sixty to my youngin', mom, and dad
I ain't used to people passin', I'm used to homicides
I ain't wanna buy the Aston, I got the Urus
Probably the only young rich nigga without veneers
'Fore I forget to mention, bitch, I got a M in jewelry, literally
Instagram killin' me, that savage shit still in me
I passed, nah doggy this for Tank, nigga, I rap
This for hoes said I can't, look at me now
Real niggas hold up, wait 'til we drop
City in they feelings, main man from the country
Remember I ain't have a dollar, I just had a bunkie
Now I'm gettin' money, I can laugh and shit
Paid for it all cash, I'll crash this bitch

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Who Hotter Than Gee

(DJ Swift on the track)
Who hotter than Gee?
I got a question for the- who hotter than Gee?

I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee?
He tryna lock in with the team, so we popped him for free
Said he was sick and tired, I wiped his nose, rocked him to sleep
Broke niggas re-up, couldn't cover my cost for the week
Chop in my lap, poppin' my flats, calm my nerves while I creep
They know I'm like that in reality, not on IG
It was some light shit that you did, but the meaning was deep
I tell the shooters, now they blessed, 'member murder was cheap
Even as a chef, you get respect after burning your beef
Then after that, you grab a pack and you turn it to three
Then after that, if you can rap, you might turn into me
Bae say I scare her when I'm geeked 'cause I talk in my sleep
Niggas better wake up 'fore they dream about murdering me
'Cause I put killers on they feet, they put blood on the street
Put your cuz on a tee, I told him quit muggin' at me
Hit your lung with this heat, snake fang dug in deep
Trapped in Miss Janice, me and Beach
Right before prices got cheap
Right before water got deep
We was supposed to be like T and Meech
Ain't it crazy? Mama's baby finally made a million
Low to the ground, caught him 'round the town with my hand on the trigger
Leave out the galleria, ladies chase me down for pictures
I'm a street nigga and she can't wait to sink her teeth in me
You too secretive, that's why I don't be trusting these bitches
It's a fake one mixed in with the real ones amongst me, I sense it
If you listen, I'ma kill you first time I hear you hissin'
I thought long as we was winning, it didn't matter, Jordan and Pippen
But I stay humble hittin', you wasn't feeling me like I was missin'
I sat in that kitchen, Jacob and Clay, learning my mixture
Romel had made me smile, he told me he showed Miss Trudy my pictures
Know it hurt him to his heart when he heard I turned into Hitler
Well, not really, he told me he feel me, stand on that business
Free Jimmy, showed me how to sip syrup and stack attention
He also told me when I be rollin', ride with a sixty
And another one taped to the back of it, take it out and flip it

That's one-twenty and we shoot it out all day
F*ck a nigga (Free the shotta)
Know what I'm sayin'?
Who hotter than Gee?
I'm in the house, I got six hundred on my neck
I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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42 Dugg

[42 Dugg]
(Dee, You Poppin' Your Shit, Nigga)
(G, I Think We Got One)
Only Love I Ever Felt Was For My Mama, On My Mama
Miss My Grandma, Miss My Uncle
Rest In Peace Neff And Rece
Cash Out, Thick Bitch From The Westside
Cash, Dawg, No, This Is Not A S-Class
Maybach, I Been Turnin' Up For My City
I Been Turnin' Up For My City

[42 Dugg]
Richie Rich, F*ck Her, Then I Leave, Bitch, Ain't No, "Give Me Kiss"
All Or Nothin', Freak Bitch Call Me Dugg And I Don't Call Her Number
She Finessin', Baby, I Need A Dime
Baby, I Need A, Yeah, Leave A Message
Dawg, You Known For Doggin' Hoes
Bae, I Can't F*ck All Them Hoes
Take Her Shoppin', She Bе Fly
Hermes, Chanel, And Prada
Gucci Coat Matchin' My Mama's
'21, Brand Nеw, No Mileage
F*ck Me Before I Start Wildin'
Calm Me Down
Sixes, Brown, Tickin' Bomb
Sippin' Dom Pérignon
Bitches Fine, Glizzy, Nine
Play And Get Shot
I'm Still Missin' My Pops
When Is You Gettin' Out?
I Been Turnin' Up For My City (Turn Me Up)
I Been Turnin' Up For My City

[Future & 42 Dugg]
Tell Dess Make Me Some Noodles
Turn My Young Bitch To A Shooter
Damn, I Miss OG Double, Taught Me How To Pimp And Hustle
I Go And Hit A Lick, You Can Go And Ask Bubba
Big Blocks, Tote Real Choppers
Whole Lotta Shooters, You Don't Want No Problems
R.I.P. Junebug, Taught Me In The Broad Day
Tryna Pay This Lawyer For My Lil' Ones, Gon' Be A Cold Case
Magic City, I'm The Owner
Tell Steve Harvey I Don't Want Her
One Thing I Never Seen Was A Bitch That Leave
Every Time I Crank The Car, I Don't Use A Key
Push-Start, Foreign Whip
Two Glizzies, Extended Clips
I Don't Go A Day Bein' Sober
Pour A Lotta Dope In My Soda
Magic City, I'm The Owner
Tell Steve Harvey I Don't Want Her
Sixes Brown, Tickin' Bomb, Sippin' Dom Pérignon
Big Ridin', Really, I'm A Don
Made These Bitches Wait In Line
I Done Came Out The Muddy
I Done Put The Most White Diamonds On The Blackest Hoes

[42 Dugg, Future & Both]
I'm Just Turnin' Up For My City (Turn Me Up)
I'm Just Turnin' Up For My City
I'm Just Turnin' Up For My City (Turn Me Up)
I Been Turnin' Up For My City
Grandma, Daddy, Mama, Sister, I Been Through So Much Lately
Run It Up And Stash It, Damn Near Two Million On That Mattress
CMG, That's Who I Signed To, But I Like My Pockets Full
I Got My Game From The Streets, I Barely Went To School
I Know Nine Dugg, Slow Down, Shawty
Four Times, I Don't Really Like To Squash
On My Daddy, On My Mama
I Don't Really Like To Squash