Me and Drez, nigga, me and Reek, nigga (Dmac on the f*ckin' track)
Free them muhf*ckin' boys, nigga
Big fours
(Tuned up)
F*ck with me, you sayin' somethin'?
Me and my youngins, all we like to do is get money (what else?)
F*ck hoes, kill niggas, spray shit (how many?)
Sixty-four shots between us, can't miss
Bro, I killed him, oh, he ain't dead? F*ck
R-I-P to T-, he ain't had the same luck
Wire got one too, this is not the same truck
Get your ho hit speakin' down on a G
TJ on her ass in the SRT (skrrt)
Me and Tay, we just poured up another eighth
Bro I hate when rat hoes start actin' fake
Forever my brother keeper, me and Drez
We done really blew shit down, on my kids
Doggy gotta chill, might as well step in
Every time we touch a bitch, two FNs
Just call us the best friends, youngins really put in work
Then subtract five, all the niggas we done murdered
All these bitches gettin' f*cked, I'm the never-fall-in-love type
Cuz right, cookin' up usin' two pots, nigga, thug life
I was just drinkin' cool shots, bitch, I love life, brrat
How much you gon' charge me for that n-n-n-n-neck?
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 f*ck we all gettin' to it? How the f*ck my dawg in a movie?
Fully automatic .45s, this not a Uzi
Still gon' blow a nigga, I don't give a f*ck
Half of the city's toe tags go to us
I ain't ever no showed no sign of a f*ck
Nigga, tell me y'all want it, bitch, we can get it
Still on the corner, mix the fentanyl with Rizzy (you with who?)
Me and my youngins, all we like to do is get money (what else?)
F*ck hoes, kill niggas, spray shit (how many?)
Sixty-four shots between us, can't miss
Bro, I killed him, oh, he ain't dead? F*ck
R-I-P to T-, he ain't had the same luck
Wire got one too, this is not the same truck
Get your ho hit speakin' down on a G
TJ on her ass in the SRT (skrrt)
Me and Tay, we just poured up another eighth
Bro I hate when rat hoes start actin' fake
Forever my brother keeper, me and Drez
We done really blew shit down, on my kids
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Performed By: 42 Dugg
From Album: Free Dem Boyz
Written by: Dion Hayes, Dyllan McKinney, Spencer Harris
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Me and Drez, nigga, me and Reek, nigga (Dmac on the f*ckin' track)
Free them muhf*ckin' boys, nigga
Big fours
(Tuned up)
F*ck with me, you sayin' somethin'?
Me and my youngins, all we like to do is get money (what else?)
F*ck hoes, kill niggas, spray shit (how many?)
Sixty-four shots between us, can't miss
Bro, I killed him, oh, he ain't dead? F*ck
R-I-P to T-, he ain't had the same luck
Wire got one too, this is not the same truck
Get your ho hit speakin' down on a G
TJ on her ass in the SRT (skrrt)
Me and Tay, we just poured up another eighth
Bro I hate when rat hoes start actin' fake
Forever my brother keeper, me and Drez
We done really blew shit down, on my kids
Doggy gotta chill, might as well step in
Every time we touch a bitch, two FNs
Just call us the best friends, youngins really put in work
Then subtract five, all the niggas we done murdered
All these bitches gettin' f*cked, I'm the never-fall-in-love type
Cuz right, cookin' up usin' two pots, nigga, thug life
I was just drinkin' cool shots, bitch, I love life, brrat
How much you gon' charge me for that n-n-n-n-neck?
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 f*ck we all gettin' to it? How the f*ck my dawg in a movie?
Fully automatic .45s, this not a Uzi
Still gon' blow a nigga, I don't give a f*ck
Half of the city's toe tags go to us
I ain't ever no showed no sign of a f*ck
Nigga, tell me y'all want it, bitch, we can get it
Still on the corner, mix the fentanyl with Rizzy (you with who?)
Me and my youngins, all we like to do is get money (what else?)
F*ck hoes, kill niggas, spray shit (how many?)
Sixty-four shots between us, can't miss
Bro, I killed him, oh, he ain't dead? F*ck
R-I-P to T-, he ain't had the same luck
Wire got one too, this is not the same truck
Get your ho hit speakin' down on a G
TJ on her ass in the SRT (skrrt)
Me and Tay, we just poured up another eighth
Bro I hate when rat hoes start actin' fake
Forever my brother keeper, me and Drez
We done really blew shit down, on my kids
Free them muhf*ckin' boys, nigga
Big fours
(Tuned up)
F*ck with me, you sayin' somethin'?
Me and my youngins, all we like to do is get money (what else?)
F*ck hoes, kill niggas, spray shit (how many?)
Sixty-four shots between us, can't miss
Bro, I killed him, oh, he ain't dead? F*ck
R-I-P to T-, he ain't had the same luck
Wire got one too, this is not the same truck
Get your ho hit speakin' down on a G
TJ on her ass in the SRT (skrrt)
Me and Tay, we just poured up another eighth
Bro I hate when rat hoes start actin' fake
Forever my brother keeper, me and Drez
We done really blew shit down, on my kids
Doggy gotta chill, might as well step in
Every time we touch a bitch, two FNs
Just call us the best friends, youngins really put in work
Then subtract five, all the niggas we done murdered
All these bitches gettin' f*cked, I'm the never-fall-in-love type
Cuz right, cookin' up usin' two pots, nigga, thug life
I was just drinkin' cool shots, bitch, I love life, brrat
How much you gon' charge me for that n-n-n-n-neck?
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 f*ck we all gettin' to it? How the f*ck my dawg in a movie?
Fully automatic .45s, this not a Uzi
Still gon' blow a nigga, I don't give a f*ck
Half of the city's toe tags go to us
I ain't ever no showed no sign of a f*ck
Nigga, tell me y'all want it, bitch, we can get it
Still on the corner, mix the fentanyl with Rizzy (you with who?)
Me and my youngins, all we like to do is get money (what else?)
F*ck hoes, kill niggas, spray shit (how many?)
Sixty-four shots between us, can't miss
Bro, I killed him, oh, he ain't dead? F*ck
R-I-P to T-, he ain't had the same luck
Wire got one too, this is not the same truck
Get your ho hit speakin' down on a G
TJ on her ass in the SRT (skrrt)
Me and Tay, we just poured up another eighth
Bro I hate when rat hoes start actin' fake
Forever my brother keeper, me and Drez
We done really blew shit down, on my kids
Writer: Dion Hayes, Dyllan McKinney, Spencer Harris
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
