42 Dugg — Of Course

[Intro: 42 Dugg] Flexin' Prolly with three, shit [Verse 1: 42 Dugg] Bag touched, now a rap bitch want to act up Five sum', I want a funk bitch, like five or sum' Sixteen, ass shaking, this the big Benz Switch friends, I fucked her, I want to fuck her You coughed her, gave her your last but I fucked first Top ten, too many dubs, I done dropped ten Drop pens, watch out for something like I show out You got yours, I got mine's, have a blow out I know why niggas hating on me, but before I Slow down, I'ma burn this bitch up Bitch, turn this bitch up Three-fifty cash for like six months, bitch, what? Get off my ass, I might tear sum', trends on you This and that, this and that Albo had him, never gave it back, nigga, no cap I was doing eighty out the trap, this before rap I was tired of killing in a hotel, you should know that But I go back, shoutout to Cole, bitch, I blow that What's up with Cuz? What's up with Blood? I still fuck with Thug Mе and Wood move out the window, nigga, don't move Wе want greens, I want blues, we both want fools [Verse 2: Tae Money] Boy, you a fool 'Think I ain't got the J's for the .80, ugh Early catch a play, niggas' finish in Jamaica I still got 'em catchin', mate, I serve out of Section 8 Niggas' calling us for the opps like they investigating Gloves on, handled twenty times like I'm Derry Paint And I was only fuckin' on you, baby, why you say you gay? Now you know I got a bitch, so why you say that? Only thing you did was eat this dick off in the Maybach Two-thousand for the pussy, I ain't gon' pay that 'Less you bad, you got some nice titties and some ass I just nailed Dior, Louis, Gucci, for you I stay with killers so you already know how we move I get blocked fresh off, I turned one into two The nigga say he Big-8 but now the clips for us fools [Verse 3: 42 Dugg] We blow the choppers, sigs, and Glocks, kid you not Every other nigga get thumped, on Mox Five-hunnid poppin', I'm frank more than Sinatra Pullin' out the choppers, I'm spending mass on bottles Send her to the doctor, that pussy gon' smell improper And on my daddy mama, I know the nigga who shot me So when I do it bad, don' be texting me I'm wylin' Bitch, everybody know I'm still childish Bitch