Of Course

Lyrics

[Intro: 42 Dugg] (Flexin') Volume 3 shit [Verse 1: 42 Dugg] Bag touched, now rap bitches want to act up Five sum', I wanna funk bitch, like pass sum' 610, 560, this the big Benz Switch friends, I fucked her, I want to fuck her You cuffed her, gave her your last, but I fucked first Top ten, too many dubs, I done dropped ten Drop pins, watch how I push up and watch how I show out You got yours, I got mine, let's have a blow out I know why niggas hatin' on me, but before I Slow down, I'ma burn this bitch up Then turn this bitch up Three-fifty cash for like six months, bitch, what? Get off my ass, I might take something, Tripp saw you This and that, this and that Apple had it, never gave it back, nigga, no cap I was doing eighty out the trap, this before rap I was retired killin' in '010, you should know that But I go back, shout out that polе, bitch, I blow that What's up with 'cuz? What's up with Blood? I still fuck with thugs Me and Wood, both out the window, nigga, don't move Wе want greens, I want blues, we both want food [Verse 2: Tae Money] Boy, you a fool 'Think I ain't got the J's for the eight Up early, catchin' plays, niggas finished, SMH I still got 'em textin' Nate, I serve out of Section 8 Niggas' calling us for the opps like they investigatin' Gloves on, hit 'em twenty times like I'm Gary Payton I was only fuckin' on you, baby, why you say we datin'? And now you know I got a bitch, so why you say that? Only thing you did was eat this dick off in the Maybach Two thousand for the pussy, I ain't gon' pay that 'Less you bad, you got some nice titties and some ass Got Chanel, Dior, Louis, Gucci for you I stay with killers, so you already know how we move I get blocked fresh off, I turned one into twos Them nigga say Big-8, banana clips for his food [Verse 3: 42 Dugg] We blow the chops, SIG, and Glocks, kid you not Every other nigga get thumped, on Mox It's five-hundred profit, I'm frank more than Sinatra Fully-auto choppers, I'm spending bands with gualas Send her to the doctor, that pussy wasn't smellin' proper And on my daddy mama, I know the nigga who shot me So when I do him bad, don't be textin' me I'm wildin' Bitch, everybody know I'm still childish, bitch