stfu

42 dugg

helluva made this beat

baby

i got a hundred on this bitch

i don't miss often

for real

back to back 'cats

i don't miss walkin'

come get your bitch off me

i'm known for shit talkin'

i'm known for script bustin'

ain't no iffy

yeah that bitch fuckin'

get money

ayy that's all i ever knew

you got a dollar on that bitch

you better shoot

thousand grams in that pot

thousand beans down the way

thousand gram cuban on my neck

dweller

fuck a patek

and your bitch

she gon' fuck for a check

when you say it

say my name with some fuckin' respect

all these losses i done took

i appreciate the wins

when your car cost two hundred you appreciate the benz

had a threesome with my bitch

i appreciate her friend

cooper street to my hood

we gon' keep it in the fam nigga

get chicken

i ain't never been a ham nigga

got it out the mud

i ain't never did a scam nigga

rip to all the fallen soldiers

free the fam nigga

shut the fuck up if you ain't got a hundred bands nigga

ayy shut the fuck up if you can't move a hundred grams nigga

i'm the man in here

residue on all the pans in here

shit get ran in here

bitch i done blew a hundred bands this year

ain't no cappin'

if i get fucked up

bitch it ain't no rappin'

it's all action

if we gon' do it

do it with a passion

we ain't just rappin'

we state the facts like we dispatchin'

these niggas dick suckin'

they ridin' waves like a crew captain

niggas lost they way 'cause with them ups

we done blew past 'em

put these niggas on they back

get these boys a coffin

they ain't got no money

have 'em take it out the church offering

left a hole in the nigga head like a sea dolphin

every nigga in my team want bodies like an auction

yeah glock forty homie

i do no talking

ten bands on your head

have my bro off you

yeah

i only fuck with real niggas

6 mile

east warren

i'm with real hitters

yeah clout chasing

nigga get your bitch fucked

on my way to western u to get my dick sucked

bitch head so weak

can't get my dick up

yeah i don't want your bitch

come pick your bitch up

bitch dick suckin'

heard i shoot trips and swipe hair for bitches

play with toys

rap

and get bows in

merry christmas

niggas know who to play with

ain't gotta tell these niggas

hanging out the window

get to blowing like an air conditioner

fuck it

hop out with that ratchet like the man on cheaters

all these watches

all these pouches

feel like jerry springer

can't name one bitch i can't fuck

slow down baby girl

when you suck it ain't no rush

bitch say she got a nigga

she look single through these buffs

did a hark on that nigga

that shit really came in clutch

'bout to pull up

rock a nigga's shit like he stuck

if it ain't 'bout no money

nigga shut the fuck up

nigga

a thousand beans in her pussy

have your bitch stuffed

thirty racks on this rollie

this bitch lit up

a nigga reach for this bitch

get his shit crushed

twenty bottles on the way

light this bitch up

a nigga speakin' on my name

got his bitch fucked

i got some 6 mile hoes

get your bitch jumped

if you ain't talkin' 'bout no money

shut the fuck up