[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
Rose Gold A.P., 200 plain
I don't know what that is, Youngsta, my shit bang
My shit bussin, my shit flooding
Tell you something ’bout them three big letters, we getting money
I want a hundred now, used to run shit down
Used to be half bows, now it's 200 pounds
I can hit the hound, with beans and blicks
Ten thou to a bitch if she seeing me kiss
Another ten to her friend, who be all on my dick
If she ain't on her second Benz, she don’t know me at all
Keep it real with me, we used to fuck with the dawg
Now I'm screaming "hell na, this n***a the law"
And if they don't want it hard, I'm sending it soft
To all my n***as on the yard, all this shit is for y'all
Get here in a hurry, fake pages be trippin
They playing me dirty, but I'm still fucking they bitches
Lou, I miss you, my n***a
At the trap I'm with Diddy
Bring me 5 thousand I'm going for 50
Order five bottles of spade, I’m doing it pissy
How you duck all them raids wasn’t in the city
I don't trust no bitch
And I don’t tolerate ho shit
But if I'm rich, then n***a, my ho rich
And if I'm lit n***a, we both lit
I don't trust no n***a
Show you how to make a hundred thou in four minutes
I mix wives with gold diggers, dawgy a cold n***a
Used to fuck with your ho, n***a
I don’t got no n***a
I don't give no fuck
Stars in the Rolls truck, ran me four bucks
She a good bitch, how when I'm beating her down?
Remember Skeet on the pound, remember boy eating chow?
[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
I don't trust no ho
You know me and gang'nem getting birds on the low
Rest in peace to Shawty Lo, put my dough on the floor
I was fast bricks they thought it was some blow
No, don't give no fuck, that's why I come outside with my tooly tucked
I'm a lethal weapon, fuck with me, somebody gon' come shoot you up
N***as sending shots, I'm sending shots back out a dually truck
You got smoke with me, I sware to God, you won't know who to duck
When they took my guys, that there hurt my pride
Ain't no need to jump off my ride if you ain't gon' slide
On that demon shit, late night shit, creeping, bumping Plies
Death before dishonor, fuck with me, somebody die
Homicide, we them guys, ain't gon' stop til they free the guys
N***as ain't solid, they turned the phones off, tried to leave the guys
But we ain't trippin, you know me and gang'nem sitting courtside
Send them lil pussys stopping this smoke we don't let it slide
I bought an A.P. for my lil bitch, took her off welfare
Pay for her ass and her tits, but I don't dare care
Real made man, you know mama raised a hustler
I was the one sellin' work, never been a customer
Play with me, on sight, I shoot you down, I ain't tryna tussle
He shoot with the switch, ain't got shit to say, I ain't no fusser
You know we kick you out the camp quick, if you turn buster
No, I ain't got no love for no motherfucker sucker