Dub - Drego, Beno, Bandgang Lonnie Bands

I put a dub on your ass, get you slumped for real

I could sit a dub on her ass 'cause she thick as hell

Bitch, I’m rich as hell

All this Bond No. 9, she like, «What's that smell?»

Can’t drop no bodies on our block, we ain’t takin' L’s

We gon' sell that shit whole, we don’t need a scale

She like, «Boy, what’s your name?

That shit ring a bell»

Some of my niggas locked up, yeah, free Lil L

We like the Pistons back in '89

My shooter three point percentage at a ninety-nine

I’m a young OG born in '95

I send beans OT and get forty-fiv

Huh, throw up in your bitch, she gettin' creampi

Westside legend, but right now, I’m on the Eastside

Put an eight in my pop, it look like purple dye

I’m from the Murder City, boy, it’s either murk or die

When that crank rock up, it look like porcupines

Knock an eight out the park like I’m Barry Bonds

My mans Black as hell, but sell white, he Uncle Tom

Auntie coppin' all the time, I call her Mary J Blige

Bitch, you know I’m dyin' like a gangster, ain’t ridin' with no wanksta

I’m worth six figures, bitch, I’m ridin' with a banger

I’m in Hunkytown sellin' pills where they hangin'

But I got different flavors and money by the pages, bitch

Drop a couple shells through your whip, watch the windows shatter

Pockets got they ass done, it can’t get no fatter (At all)

All you talk about is shit that don’t really matter

I told my Mexican plug Black lives matter

Ayy, migo, I’m tryna see what burrito weigh

I told my mama, «Put this up,» you should’ve seen her face

We gettin' the type of money the casino make

Fiend hit the work, his face got that Dorito taste

And yeah, we all ballin' like we all-stars

All pullin' up in fast cars, we like NASCAR

The way I hit the mall coppin', they think I’m Paul Blart

Came home wantin' to make money, fuck a head start

Bitch, I can hit your ass from very far, uh

I turn you to a score just like Ed Hardy

I got them hitters in the club, boy, at every party

We got Sam, we got Spencer, this ain’t iCarly

She can do the two-hand twist, nigga, I taught her

I put a muzzle on the pit, it won’t stop barkin'

Let it hit him with the drank, he can’t stop sharkin'

I don’t even wanna fuck, she cannot arch it

Nigga, why bargain?

I get this shit in for the low and cook it like Portland

I think it’s two and a half men, nigga, like Charlie

I got this shit on my own, nigga, like Bari