Dudley Boyz

Album cover art for "Dudley Boyz" by TrDee & BabyTron

TrDee & BabyTron - Rap, Midwest Rap

Dudley Boyz

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[Intro: TrDee] (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) Shh Keep it going [Verse 1: TrDee] Big stepping, been popping It ain't many like me, told her I'm her best option Who you repping? What you rocking? I don't gotta score, I'll pass like I'm Stockton I don't really think these niggas hear me, let me crank the knob Why the fuck you jumped off the porch and then go back inside? You can't even hop in my whip if you ain't down to ride How the fuck you even call it beef when you just go and hide? I don't get it, boy He really rapping, what you seen, you don't live it, boy I remember Christmas really came and I ain't get a toy It really rainеd on my parade, I'm kinda scared of joy Don't expеct shit and I bet nobody let you down I really took a couple L's and I ain't even frown He said that he was pulling up then ended in a gown If the feds pick you up, you bet' not make a sound I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna add some money to the stash (Stack it up, stack it up, okay) We can both go and blow a bag, it ain't no going half (Nah, nah, yeah, okay, yeah, okay) [Verse 2: BabyTron] Fly as hell on the plane, bitch, I'm double up Good Wocky slush, taking sips out a double cup Drac' bust once or twice, no, I don't knuckle up Eighteen hunnid dollar 'Miri jeans, these bitches hug my nuts Fourth quarter, last shot, just know I'm clutching up You broke as fuck, that's why yo bitch always huff and puff Talking 'bout beef? Lil' boy, you ain't tough enough Bitch got her first thousand bucks, must be stuffing drugs Told TrDee tag me in, we the Dudley Boyz Stop talking 'bout dimepieces, yo bitch ugly, boy If you fall off, better pray you have bungees, boy Hopping out the whip, run up on him, "Where my money, boy?" Huh, you must wanna die B22 Dior sneaks, I don't want 'em tied Heard a couple punchlines from dawg, every one a lie Backdoor season, bust yo head if you run in mines They hating on us and I wonder why Chill guy, owe me pape' though? You'll see my other side Skinny jeans full of dog shit, they made by Number (N)ine It's May and I'ma stack a new hunnid 'fore the summertime

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Credits

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  • BabyTron
  • TrDee