[Intro: 42 Dugg]
Volume
Young Turnt ni**a volume 3, 4, 5 b*tch
Free the 6, b*tch
Can't be fu*ked with at all (Yeah)
[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
Pop my back, we be like "fu*k it, I rap"
Mel like "fu*k it, I'm next"
Cuh what's good? Really mean, thug what's good?
Rich young ni**a from the hood, I don't flash no paper
Just spent twenty on bae, funny 'cause she love her ex
Sike I'm lyin, I don't really love no b*tch
No b*tch can come between mine and 4 Gang
Still bangin', please act crazy b*tch and get naked
I drive crazy b*tch, 'cause I'm crazy
Count up a million cash with my babies
Can't no money get you in that club
Just on a five, I spend a dub
Show no love I don't give no fu*ks
I don't do no kiddin', that's on my ni**a
We ride six deep down
Rich young ni**a from the east side
Which one of y'all ni**as fu*k with me?
Put the dope down back, fu*kin' with the weed
[Verse 2: Reaper]
Movin dog food, b*tch, state to state
Everything good, I can't complain
Red eye, red kill man to chop on the six
Get the za for the cheap, get the drop, I'ma spin
Free my ni**a Woo, need to let him out the feds
I don't wanna fu*k, how much you want for the head?
I done lost count how many times I done slid
We don't shut our cars, we hop out sprayin'
Long as they pray the lil' boy I'ma get it
Can't be fu*ked with, we the turntest in the city
Switches on the Glock but the chop got titties
Run a [?] now it's time to get busy
Heard some ni**as plottin', come try and get finished
Get one block hit and turn it into two
This tough side, I'ma leave a ni**a room
Spent a hundred thou' on the jewels
Can't pull less than a deuce
[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
Boy, I won't drop sh*t with a five
These my only ni**as that ain't died
Please cross the line, put ten on a ni**a, tap ten
Make a friend do ni**a, or die, only friends anyway
Dugg be gettin' to the pay
Dugg got b*tches in the A
Dugg got a b*tch with a Drac'
She let it blow when I'll say, say, say
b*tch blow, still ain't hittin' my dope
Still ain't concealin' my pole
fu*k what they on
There ain't no shootin' when I'm home
But ni**as wanna beef on the phone
Yeah, I get it, bad b*tch with me, big ass, big titties
I ain't crashin' out, at least not in my city
What's the hatin' about? Had my truck early
What's the waitin' about? I could cash anything
ni**as say that I'm out, no, I make me feel
Caught home stressin', my ni**as in jail
Scooter not here, Neff not neither
I let a b*tch go before she think I need her
I'll leave a b*tch lone before a b*tch start cheatin'
Get the fu*k on, nah, I don't trust hoes
Still with the custos, made me rich
Still sippin' wock, sh*t made me sick
From the third to the fifth, I done moved two bricks
I ain't heard about sh*t, who the fu*k is you?
Hundred for a show and I still move blues
b*tch
[Outro: 42 Dugg]
fu*k wrong with these ni**as and these hoes?
I ain't know no fightin', put cheese on you, yeah
You know bro, bought him a new truck, yeah
We don't do bodies, we don't do buffs, yeah
And my ex b*tch had two buffs, ex b*tch had two trucks
fu*k wrong with these ni**as
I'm gone