Rose Gold - 42 Dugg, Est Gee

Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you ones

Hey, I don’t wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want?

Ask that hoe, who dick she on?

I still sell them bricks for low

I fuck with that piccolo (That green still)

Ask around, I’m 6−0

Pass the loud, I’m getting stoned

I might ring my bitch

Freaky texting, wanna fuck

Bae, can I bring my bitch?

Say that pussy where she love me

Watch her sing my shit

How the fuck you niggas judgin'?

I was just locked up

Forty-one's all flooded

Bezzle Bent rocked up

These young niggas come from nothin'

Why you won’t stop us

Dog, weed, lean and pills

This a one-stop truck

Doggy losin' interest, bitch

Yeah, once I fuck

All the real hoes tucked

Damn near can’t be touched

Somebody 'bout to make it crazy

Why it can’t be us?

Why it can’t be me?

I’m in that new GT

Cream dark blue seats

I cashed out on that bitch

Meek just hit me for a verse

I passed out on that bitch

Drekk got two AP’s, a Richard and a house on her neck

I don’t care about who we kill

Stop acknowledging rats, bitch

Call me Mr. Rose Gold (Yeah)

Everything froze (Everything)

Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours

All my niggas know I used to sell dope (What?)

Come and get you some (Yeah)

Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you ones

Hey, I don’t wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want?

Ask that hoe, who dick she on?

I still sell them bricks for low

I fuck with that piccolo (That green still)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

2020 niggas know who killed the most (Killed the most)

Tell lil bro, «They scared, we somewhere close»

«So don’t make insta posts» (Don't make insta posts)

Drug trafficking, don’t call 'round askin', come get instant quotes

(Get instant quotes)

Doggy, you know I don’t focus on rapping, I’m still sellin' dope

(And I’m just sellin' dope)

I got it out not tucked, in my choppa I trust (nigga, I trust)

It wasn’t easy takin' over but I had dropped my nuts

I know there’s some crucial bloody brothers that hate my guts

(Nigga's gonna hate me, hate me)

We be whackin' shit for real, they beefin' for PR stunts

So if it’s up then its stuck

Rapper’s cappin', got they Yeekie’s in they trunk

Just on my lap and on clutch, so if I up, nigga, duck

Hit at least one every month (Every month)

Maybe two, if they get bold

Like my connect fuck with them strippers

I got plugs on them poles

Call me Mr. Rose Gold (Yeah)

Everything froze (Everything)

Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours

All my niggas know I used to sell dope (What?)

Come and get you some (Yeah)

Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you ones

Hey, I don’t wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want?

Ask that hoe, who dick she on?

I still sell them bricks for low

I fuck with that piccolo (That green still)

Maybach truck could get the ghost

Fuck it, Gotti, get em both

I fuck with that coke so much, I signed to my nigga (AMG)

Keep that shit in Memphis (Why?)

'Cause I’m down with my nigga

If they sent it, I got it

Not the Richy, the Patek

All my bitches be laughing, why?

Shit used to be funny

Them ten thousand stacks, nigga

Them used to be hundreds and them bitches y’all walkin' with

Them used to be runners

Call me Mr. Rose Gold (Yeah)

Everything froze (Everything)

Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours

All my niggas know I used to sell dope (What?)

Come and get you some (Yeah)

Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you ones

Hey, I don’t wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want?

Ask that hoe, who dick she on?

I still sell them bricks for low

I fuck with that piccolo (That green still)