Dub

Lyrics

[Intro: Beno] (Jose the Plug) (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) Uh [Verse 1: Beno] 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 [Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands] 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-fivе Huh, throw up in your bitch, she gettin' creampiе 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 [Verse 3: BandGang Masoe] 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 [Verse 4: BandGang Biggs] 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 [Verse 5: Drego] 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