On My Son Lyrics – 42 Dugg
Ring, ring, ring
Hello?
Got a call from my lawyer, say my youngin’ fightin’ a *** (What?)
The police officers lyin’ and the prosecutor dirty (You’re telling me you built a time machine?)
But the judge still *** with me
***, them Bloods get touched for cheap
I sell two for eight apiece
I might turn one of ’em to three
If they say that *** was straight, I might turn that three to eight
I know P, I *** with H (I know P, I *** with H)
Really had the bag for years, passed alone, I’m cashin’ too
Bustdown watch, my glasses too
[?], now, I had to fool
Flip that screen, I see myself
R.I.P. Scooter, R.I.P. Lil Neff
That homicide *** still get stretched
Free Lil Quez, free Lil [Dunn?]
Better get you soon, ***, on my son
Bustdown Pateks with chunks
I wear baguettes for none, don’t make this *** ’bout no money
Make that lil’ *** delete my number
Soon as I can’t *** her, now I don’t want her
Close to 40s, all my pointers
Offset Forgis, this *** fast
Ain’t *** changed, still free my guys
Wood ‘nem back in there like a mop
Six to nine, ***, don’t get dropped
Hey, hey, *** it
I’m late, Supreme, not Bape, for mines
Get naked, I might start ringing, bring pints
We drinkin’, *** as hell up in this ***
Still miss Nell up in this ***
I can’t tell if that *** is real
I won’t tell my *** to chill
I don’t give a *** ’bout who get killed
I don’t give a *** ’bout who get blitzed
Drop that fire, ***, throw that ***
Eight out of ten still on my ***
Still *** friend, keep that *** far
It was just us, still got eight-hundred
TSA mad, can’t take a *** money
If I let a *** steal from me, get shot
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah)
Can’t ’til I run ’til a *** get robbed, get smoked, smoked
Never let a *** ’round me throwin’ five
Gunshot, pain in my ass
We pour out lean for my big bro Mox
Walk a *** down on four-five Glocks
I ain’t spread an opp since I been rich (No)
Handicap match, big Glock, lil’ switch (Pfft)
*** out my ear with that whinin’ *** (Move)
You blowin’ my vibe, pipe down, lil’ *** (Gone)
If Duggy don’t *** with you, don’t be like, “Bagg, know what’s up with me”
I cannot vouch what you done (Nah)
If you don’t *** with him, you don’t rock with the brand (Ooh)
CMG mafia, cars, money, guns (Super)
Just made his bond for a light honey bun
Hop on a fugitive, bro on the run
The F&N knock all the smoke out your lung (Bop)
The head was so fire, made a young *** hum, uh
Sloppy-top, got me locked, Birkin, ***, she havin’ WAP (Wet)
Box of woods, [?], purple Wock’ and cream soda pop (Kick)
Eeenie-meenie, miney-mo (Bliss)
Put a tag up on his toe (Tick)
Charge the *** for truffle smoke
Pour up in Sprite and sell the ***, go
Whip all white, pull up like pope (Snow)
Five shows, it’s a M I gross (Woah)
Big facts, I ain’t even tryna boast (No)
*** love me coast to coast (Yeah)
Eight out of ten still on my ***
Still *** friend, keep that *** far
It was just us, still got eight-hundred
TSA mad, can’t take a *** money
If I let a *** steal from me, get shot
Woah (Woah), woah (Woah)
Can’t ’til I run ’til a *** get robbed, get smoked, smoked
Never let a *** ’round me throwin’ five
Gunshot, pain in my ass
We pour out lean for my big bro Mox
Walk a *** down on four-five Glocks