42 Dugg & Roddy Ricch – 4 Da Gang

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42 Dugg & Roddy Ricch – 4 Da Gang Lyrics

[Intro: Scorpions with 42 Dugg]You
I can’t wait for the nights with you
I imagine the things we’ll do

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]Ain’t no playin’ on me, nigga, four chains on me
I ain’t trippin’ ’bout that ho, nigga, she came on me
I got a bitch from the West, she’ll suck a nigga soul
Bitch from the East, she’ll fuck a nigga dawgs
Still playin’ with that raw even though I got a deal
Had to get up out the city, I just got a nigga killed
Pour up some [?], still sippin’ out the Fanta
OxyContin in the pinters, I want four-two for each
Niggas upped Blue for free, that’s my nigga, come and kick it
Mr. Steal-and-Serve-the-City, I’m the reason it’s some chicken
Why the fuck you in the kitchen tryna turn one?
[?] gon’ pull another burner ‘forе you burn some
Baby say she want a real nigga, but shе don’t get it
Why you ain’t never up it?
Nah, I told you, I been sentenced to go harder for my niggas
Wish I could bring you bring back
It’s [?] in the city while they [?] blue moves fast
Know I keep two flags on bang
I just dropped the Urus for the gang
Catch me in the city, young nigga, four chains
Signed to CMG, still in the dope game
I don’t sell propane, really got it out the mud
Big 4 Gang, catch me ridin’ with the thugs
And I got it on my own, ain’t nobody helped me
Remain humble, sell crack to dope fiends
You can’t “Lil’ bro” me, bitch, I really got a check
42 in this shit, I be really on that
Put the city on my back, still remember hard times
2018 was the year my dawg died, pull up in frog eyes
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & 42 Dugg]Yeah nigga, we winning
Amiris all over, if not, we Timbs
Me and 42 pullin’ up, twin Bentleys
Peanut butter seats, all my windows tinted
Know I keep two flags on bang
I just dropped the Urus for the gang
Tired from the D to LA, always keep it a hunnid K

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]Number one nigga, but they’re never gon’ admit it
I was doin’ two-hundred in the ‘Rari and got a ticket
Every time they see me, they say they ain’t seen me in a minute
Probably fuckin’ on your bitch, probably runnin’ up the digits
Forgiato wheels, both lanes
Floor mats say a nigga name
Interrogation, feds tried to put us on the board, never identified
All my niggas always gettin’ dough, it’s always chicken time
I got niggas in the box, gon’ call me collect
I got model bitches that be tryna call me for sex
And you know what they say, “If it ain’t directed, it ain’t respected”
You see ’em out in public, they gon’ act like they never said it
I see by the C-side, I throw it up two times
And your nigga got a gangster card, he bought it off Groupon
One of the young niggas that be gettin’ love in the city
From the hub to the dub in the tub, fuck with me
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & 42 Dugg]Yeah nigga, we winning
Amiris all over, if not, we Timbs
Me and 42 pullin’ up, twin Bentleys
Peanut butter seats, all my windows tinted
Know I keep two flags on bang
I just dropped the Urus for the gang
Tired from the D to LA, always keep it a hunnid K