You Da One - 42 Dugg, Yo Gotti

Double back but bring a ton

Catch him lackin', we gon' punish you

Sold him one, but yeah, I fronted two

Ran up in a money suit

No mask on, just a monkey suit, fuck you mean?

(Facts, look)

My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)

My lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)

My OG 'nem ate with Meech and 'nem, back in the day (Facts)

When you sign with me that shit come with a brick and a K (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

My lil' freaky bitch Tasha used to hang with the costers

Now she one-on-one and mixin', I ain’t talkin' no pasta

Yeah, I’m servin' 'em rastas (Ayy), all they coppin' is bales

Yeah, they leave with twenty-four and that’s on top of the twelve

They play my shit in the county, bitch, I’m on top of the jail (Yeah)

They say that letter was loud, I got 'em watchin' the mail (Yeah)

I ain’t dropped in a year so the streets been fiendin'

I’ll hop out that Rolls truck, go and slide in a demon

I’m in a triple white Ghost, snowin', slopes (Yeah)

I fuck with the D, I damn near signed DeJ Loaf (Ask her)

Niggas talkin' big work and ain’t never sold dope

My niggas doin' fed time and I’m just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain’t think I knew the ropes

I got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight

Bitches sayin' I’m two-faced, that debit card my new bae

Once that wire touch, I’m good, I ain’t put shit up, baby, I’m Dugg

Which one of these lil' niggas would?

(Yeah)

All in Vegas throwin' up my hood

Yeah, I’m straight, baby, get right

Knew you was fuckin', shit, that’s light

I had two-fifty at the MGM, me and Dugg, synonym

Both had the trap jumpin', payin' like an ATM

My lil' niggas rockin' soldier rags like they Soulja Slim

Thick lil' bitch from New York named Kim, all she rock is Timbs, look

Niggas hatin' but we don’t see 'em

Niggas locked, we hollerin' free 'em

We turned grams into bricks, we turned thousands to M’s

I’ll turn this bitch into a rat, orderin' tenders, all a tap

Ain’t gotta ask, baby, I’m that

Yeah, I’m him, don’t do no 'voiding, baby, that’s them

Shout out my lawyer, happy I’m free

Text my plug, yeah, I need it

Uh, why would I need a plug, nigga, when I’m the plug?

(Duh)

Ain’t a hood in America don’t show me love (Yeah)

I’m about to put like five mil' on Dugg (Ffft, beep)

Tell him go sign every nigga he know from the mud (Here I come)

Real bosses (Bosses), fuck with only bosses (Ayy, bosses)

Real street nigga, I can sense the crosses (Ayy, on God)

Street nigga, I ain’t takin' no more losses (No more losses)

Let’s count a mil' by hand, I’m exhausted

Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours

Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours

We probably kill all fives, bro, I don’t trust no hoes

And I ain’t coppin' no pleas, bitch, I been on my toes

Since I done got my cheese, might spend half on my mama

The other half on business, I’m tryna double up

Bitch, you get left if you ain’t come with us, let’s run it up

Do whatever it take, she like, «Dugg, one enough»

Still bought two to be safe

You know we fuck with the 10, you know we fuck with the Bay

Whatever we spent on the sixth, we gon' make double the eighth

Remember my niggas was starvin', now they stuffin' they plates

The judge dismissed all charges like, «Good luck and be safe»

Ordered up the Rolls truck, that was double the Wraith (Yeah)

Streets say I’m one of a kind (I am), I just can’t be replaced (I can’t)

Richard Mille, two-fifty for whatever in the safe (Woo)

Glock-10, FN, both of them on the waist (Woo)

My men on the parole, they cannot leave the states (Damn)

Matchin' Dracos for the twins, they were both on the case (Damn)

I fuck with Jay so I ain’t sippin' Henn', I’m drinkin' D’usse

I fuck with Dugg and my lil' college bitch at Michigan State

I’m sellin' drugs all in the Nash', I got Michigan plates

That lil' shit they said was a five, I broke it down in a shake

She’ll bend it over for me and show me what it is (Ayy)

I took her from a lame, taught her how to live

She like to fuck me in my chains, I even bought her crib (Shawty a freak)

She was starvin' with doggy, before he left she was callin'

Like fuck whoever, I’m all in, I know you heard I was ballin'

She tryna get on the court

I’ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch

Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport

Shit, I’m just happy I’m ridin'

Shout out to the 10, bitch, we tied in

Anywhere in the country, nigga, we top ten

Facts