Look out Veno
Step on it
Shit on me, ten links on
Probably a mill' on me
Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients
Pull the curtains down on the Maybach, **** hate that
Suitcase full of eight straps, I used to take straps
They say that **** ain't rat, well, where that case at?
Half of these **** ain't that, they just can make rap
In public with a fully loaded, some shit can get you boated
If you ain't trying to kill somethin', then why the fuck you totin'?
A lot of people picked up but not too many wrote me
She love that I don't give a fuck, that's why I keep her close
You don't wanna war wit' me, I got too many soldiers
Quit screaming, "Dugg, you spoil me," before I bend you over
I'm eating off of royalties, they know my shit cold
One time for the real **** who ain't never told
Jump back down, bitch, we off that clown shit
Skinny brown petite thang want me to pound shit
Everything true blue when I'm in town, bitch
Still yelling, "RIP Scoot," I really miss you
Cutty on some new shoes, fiber glass Dugg
Draggin' down WilshireIm, I'm all in Spazz hood
I ain't gotta check shit, I know that bag good
Raise your hand if you a bitch, that's what she had Dugg
Shout out to my last wood, come get yo' ass whooped
Everything fast too, shout out my last two
Still holding for the H, I wish we had drew
I'm still holding for the G, I wish we had wild
Still holding it for the hawks, I'm in my bag now
Them poles used to kill sixes, they killing fives now
Quit telling **** I been tripping, I'm on my P's and Q's
Dre keep falling asleep on me, I think he need some juice
Say, I don't need no autotune, just bring me all the blues
Young and Turnt the label, ****, that shit that's coming soon
How you think you made a, ****? Like you could fuck with me
Val, Tameka and Shanique, they got a truck a piece
Lou, your nephew getting big and you got another niece
They don't know that shit you did, fuck that ****, rest in peace
Just got word the youngin' in there with a thug
I put five on him but they gon' do it on the love
Ten secure packs, a whole gallon of some spud
That's a tip, ****, you little bitch, ****
They say that **** ain't rat, well, where that case at?
Half of these **** ain't that, they just can make rap
In public with a fully loaded, some shit can get you boated
If you ain't trying to kill somethin', then why the fuck you totin'?
A lot of people picked up but not too many wrote me
She love that I don't give a fuck, that's why I keep her close
You don't wanna war wit' me, I got too many soldiers
Quit screaming, "Dugg, you spoil me," before I bend you over
I'm eating off of royalties, they know my shit cold
One time for the real **** who ain't never told

Writer(s): Dion Hayes, Ceary Veon Houston & Denis Barszcz.