Sukka Dukkas

Lyrics

[Chorus: Snug Brim] When I'm stuntin in the club, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm smokin out the blunt, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm hollering at a bitch, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I step into my whip, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I pull up to the spot, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm hustling on the block, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm countin up a not, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm rollin in my drop, got my Sukka Dukkas on [Verse 1: Snug Brim] Hop out the whip, and brush the weed off You know I'm stuntin like I get them keys off Red money, red cases, red KC Red lenses on my face, I can't see Yeah I'm feeling myself That's why my shades on That's why I got this red [?] and my Js on You can't talk to me Nigga I ain't heard a word you said Can't understand you, homie, I'm just bobbing my head In the club double fisting, high as autom leaves Spillin Whiskey on a hoe, slappin her ass cheaks I feel like Superman with my Dukkas on Now I say you to a bitch, let me check her dome That's all I'm on Tough niggas stop it I got my Sukka Dukkas on, you outta pocket Move out your SD Go head and pop a few Cause if I take 'm all, I'll be ready to knock a few [Chorus: Snug Brim] When I'm stuntin in the club, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm smokin out the blunt, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm hollering at a bitch, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I step into my whip, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I pull up to the spot, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm hustling on the block, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm countin up a not, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm rollin in my drop, got my Sukka Dukkas on [Verse 2: Skatterman] Thought we was them, but you're motherfuckin wrong Skatterman and Snug Brim,on your motherfuckin lawn This is a movement, not a motherfuckin song If you feel them haters haten, put your Sukka Dukkas on Just left the spot homie, whippin that cake mix Smellen like fruit, cause I be smoken that grape shit In my Beamer, but it feel like a spaceship Rhyms is bananas, but the trunk go ape shit Back to back, pullen up on 'm Show up in the valay, and toss a couple bucks on 'm Walked in the club, nigga, we on that Tell the bartender bring us some Conyak That's howhen you ball And your clique big on ten A charm on your arm, and a brick on your wrist Movin blow like Diego and George I spent a stack on my Dukkas, how much you pay for your's? [Chorus: Snug Brim] When I'm stuntin in the club, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm smokin out the blunt, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm hollering at a bitch, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I step into my whip, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I pull up to the spot, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm hustling on the block, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm countin up a not, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm rollin in my drop, got my Sukka Dukkas on [Verse 3: Young Buck] Eh hoe, I'm greener than a motherfucker I'm swervin like a motherfucker, ridin on these blades Ran through a hundred of 'm, took me 2 days Put my niggas on, bought my kids all the new Js The scails on my seat, I can show you what it weighs If my mama tryed to cop from me, then she would've to pay So gorilla bout this paper Might wack my best friend If I catch him with his fingers in the cookie jar again All my bitches [?] my niggas move Os When it all adds up, hoe, the ghetto's in my soul Watchin the road We call the pills swagger Trap house closed cause the feds almost had us I'm a surtified d boy, I am not the avrage My wrist worth a hundred, and my neck 80 karrots Yeah I'm married to thesee we keep each other strong That's why I'm in the club, with my Sukka Dukkas on [Chorus: Snug Brim] When I'm stuntin in the club, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm smokin out the blunt, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm hollering at a bitch, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I step into my whip, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I pull up to the spot, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm hustling on the block, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm countin up a not, got my Sukka Dukkas on When I'm rollin in my drop, got my Sukka Dukkas on