(FOREVEROLLING)
Yeah, I ain't never ask for acceptance (I ain't never)
I guess it mess with 'em (I guess it fuck with 'em)
Police come, I ain't offer them nothin', not even a Mexican
Is it a thot? Let me know, and I'll stop fucking this nigga's bitch (stop fucking this nigga's bitch)
City shit, ask all the killers who got the city lit (ask the killers, I got the city lit)
I don't do no hate out of jealousy, I'm 'bout stretchin' shit (I'm 'bout murder)
Plan it carefully, cut after the hundredth time, I measured it (yeah, I'm 'bout murder)
You telling me? 'Cause it's true the street shit overlook it (yeah, the street shit overlook it)
Ain't ride after they took him, like you ain't know he was p***y (like you ain't know he was p***y)
Whenever I pop outside, nigga's eyes be wide and they be lookin' (nigga's eyes be wide and they lookin')
If a nigga I don't like ever blow up rappin' then I'm gon' book him (know that I'm gon' book him)
If it's up with us, you can't quit, we gon' spank shit like a whoopin' (spank shit like a whoopin')
The streets ain't want no H 'cause it ain't chase straight and we cook it
I'm on these pussies
Six thousand for the Black Cherry Gelato, this ain't Cookie
A hundred thousand, a couple of bottles, who want Duggy?
Ayy, I boogie, still the mix the woody
You know I ain't fuck her, but she was lookin'
On both my brothers, I got Trufflez, the real Trufflez
That come in duffels, I don't smoke, I sold a couple
Just off the muscle, he ain't hustle, boy, I don't trust 'em
Bitch, free my uncle
If I don't bust you, I'd probably punch you
Yeah, for no reason, 'cause I want to
Nigga, what you gon' do?
You know I'm lit, you know I'm pipin'
Hundred Gs on a bike, only drove it twice
And I got a Ducati
Come through, I got 'em
Doggy beat that body, you know I need you
You ain't up and we even
Nigga, R.I.P. Reece
Cuz I love you, I ain't never judge you
I ain't been the same since I lost my granny
Since I lost my brother
How y'all ain't here to see me win?
Help me count these M's
Know I fell out with a couple friends
Niggas weren't my mans
Three hundred thousand on the Benz
Probably do it again
And if I catch another one lackin'
I'ma shoot again (boop-boop-boop)
Ayy, tell my cousin that I love him
I'll never him
I ain't been the same since I lost my granny
Since I lost my brother
And if I could I'd probably hug 'em
Look at me thuggin'
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I Never Judged You - 42 Dugg and EST Gee
