Gave It Back Lyrics – 42 Dugg & EST Gee
Flexin’ on that ***, hol’ up
It’s either us or them
And we would never *** again
Ten-thousand, and beat two-hunnid off in a Ford
Five-hunnid cash, no rent, baby, it’s yours
Jet to the moon, I can board
You still got your rose Patek, dawg? Well, of course
Twelve-hunnid, the horse
Nine-hunnid to twerk (Skrrt)
Lights have the pedal and watch this *** twerk
Lot of *** niggas doin’, I’m going in first
Like putting niggas on shirts, sell a *** like it’s merch
Free GottiBandz ’till dirt, no I don’t *** with no percs
Niggas wanna buy a bag but niggas’ll buy a purse
I guess ’cause I’m turnt, I’m ‘posed to go through the worst
Forever got me in church, co-signing the servers
All my swipes dirty, twenty-three with a .30
No attempts for me, I’ve only been doing murders
Timing went through the *** and money went through the garden
He ain’t with us to search him, strip him, *** niggas
Promethazine in my soul like “*** liquor”
Yeah, half a ticket on my neck, this a Lamb, not a Vette
She want to be my ***, ***, sit on that, have ***
And tell your friends, group-text, doggy up next
And we was beefing with him ’till we seen he was a rat
And last opp died during niggas slidin’ jets
And last opp cried, whole squads got wet
I heard niggas words’ when that *** on my block
I really run my city if I’m rapping or I’m not
Yeah, I see a dumb ***, make him move on out the pot
A six-figure ***, I ain’t sleeping on no cot
I have a million in kiillers, come get it while it’s hot
And me and your *** more than different, babe, he an opp
And he don’t know the feeling 200K on a watch
He only know the feeling Tru want to play on his-
I’m ‘posed to believe y’all killas all in the trenches?
I make sure he listen, I watch him come in with riches
I heard about the water mouth, you can stop a magician
He puttin’ him in danger, you livin’ with all them ***
I told her I got five grand, “Here you go, start a business”
And say we got it with you, that should let you know she did it
Don’t care how many chances I gave him, he not official
Get every single drop you can find, I got a ticket
Yeah, have a ticket on my neck, this a Lamb, not a Vet
She want to be my ***, ***, sit on that, have ***
And tell your friends, group-text, doggy up next
And we was beefing with him ’till we seen he was a rat
And last shop died during niggas slidin’ jets
And last shop cried, whole squads got wet
I heard niggas words’ when that *** on my block
I really run my city whether I’m rapping or I’m not