[42 Dugg]
(Free dem boys, free dem boys)
Pandemic almost over, what you say (Where that paper at?)
Will used to be a killer, but you done changed

Wrote a statement on your nigga, this shit be crazy
You ain´t going for a thing, I used to praise him
(Veno gon´ cook up, he mix the ingredients)

[42 Dugg]
I still miss my niggas
V-Live, favorite, I´ll trip in this bitch
I ain´t goin´ in ´less the pole come too
Bust down Richard but my ho one too
You ain´t gotta ask, nigga, know I´m shootin´
On Rece, on Rob, on Neff, on Scooter, I ain´t lettin´ shit slide
Mr. I´ll-Still-Walk-Shit-Down, Fanta lookin´ dirty, thirty-six for a pound, not cookie

[42 Dugg]
All the drug dealers wanna book me

Paid to get you killed, I ain´t payin´ for no pussy
And I´m kinda schooled, don´t shit, beat you triple
Ask about me, youngin´, dawg, he always on the mission
Always first to shoot with that .30, I act different
If he ain´t dead, guarantee that nigga crippled, my bad
You still on the phone, yeah, with Drekk fine ass
Last time tryna love, shit, I hope it work
Still holdin´ for my youngin´ really fightin´ murders
First time on the hit, I was kinda nervous (Swear)
You ain´t into suckin´ dick, you don´t need my number

All about the money, all about the bag
Tracks kinda cool but I still fuck with ´Cats
Spin the block on ´em, throw them bitches at his neck
Can´t forget about me, bitches know I´m still the catch
Million dollars in cash, you will get stretched

[42 Dugg]
I still miss my niggas
V-Live, favorite, I´ll trip in this bitch
I ain´t goin´ in ´less the pole come too
Bust down Richard but my ho one too
You ain´t gotta ask, nigga, know I´m shootin´
On Rece, on Rob, on Neff, on Scooter, I ain´t lettin´ shit slide
Mr. I´ll-Still-Walk-Shit-Down, Fanta lookin´ dirty, thirty-six for a pound, not cookie

[Rylo Rodriguez]
Know I fuck with James Harden but I´ll never leave the rocket
´Fore I let her waste my time, I put on all my watches
Thousand dollar jeans, my momma told me, "Son, that´s outta pocket"
Literally holdin´ thirty pairs of Amiri jeans
´Member doin´ shows for a rack, I drove four hours for that
My folks shared a hotel with the gang, I brought like four hundred back
Ridin´ ´round with pistols in our laps, we ain´t runnin´ no track
Lot of niggas cap, Ion´t wanna boss but I took off my hat
I was twenty years old when I stole my momma coat, we was at TJ Maxx

Now it´s foreigns in the driveway, which one I´m gon´ drive today?
Told the opps, "I got manners, one of you niggas wanna die today?"
Diamondback hangin´ out the window, have ´em dancin´ like Sada Baby
Know a Blood don´t watch football ´less he bang ´gainst the Redskins
Twenty racks on Cuban links, not African-American
Put them chains on then went way faster
Feel like a ex-slave master

[42 Dugg & Rylo Rodriguez]
I still miss my niggas
V-Live, favorite, I´ll trip in this bitch (Trip in this bitch)
I ain´t goin´ in ´less the pole come too
Bust down Richard but my ho one too

You ain´t gotta ask, nigga, know I´m shootin´
On Rece, on Rob, on Neff, on Scooter, I ain´t lettin´ shit slide
Mr. I´ll-Still-Walk-Shit-Down, Fanta lookin´ dirty, thirty-six for a pound, not cookie

[ 42 Dugg]
All the drug dealers wanna book me
Still movin´, talkin´ ´bout no cookies
All the drug dealers wanna book me
All the drug dealers wanna book
All the drug dealers wanna book me