To The Side Lyrics by 42 Dugg & GloRilla
Who got *** for us?
Who got lean for us?
Wristy, turn that *** up
Who got beans for us?
I been slangin’ since ’09, bet all the fiends know us
What’s the lean numbers?
What’s the lean numbers?
Hope they don’t flick me in this truck ’cause we got jeans on us
A couple *** niggas died, I still ain’t seen nothin’
Like come get with the youngin’
We bound to blitz in public
They havin’ animosity only ’cause they *** ***
Aye, Dugg, let me gon’ get ’em real quick
Hold on, watch this, watch this, watch
I’m finna come just like this
I’m a money-gettin’, motion-havin’, hustlin’ mothafucker
You a pillow-talkin’, playa-hatin’, ugly mothafucker (***)
They ain’t gettin’ no bread, that’s why they talkin’ ***, no wonder (Broke ass)
Glock got speech impediment, it fa-fa-fa-fa, stutter (Uh, uh)
And it’s on me every time I go out
Ain’t backin’ down from nothin’, every time this *** gon’ go down
For real
I’ll probably wipe a ho down
Turn up, might pour a four out
I blow this *** for real like a dub every time I go out
My *** just like a ho house
Blicky on me, ain’t no fightin’
I made it out them blowouts
Twelve cars with four strikers
Who? Fifteen, spinnin’ in a coupe
Juice, I ain’t trippin’ on her, where the blues?
What that *** like?
What that *** like?
You know I’m textin’, tryin’ to ask her ‘fore I book a flight
Boy, this *** right (Yeah)
This ***’ll change ya life (Woo)
Any *** I let hit gon’ wanna hit it twice (Facts)
Where I know you from? (***)
Like bae, I owe you somethin’ (Huh?)
Boo, I done already booked a flight ’cause, ***, I know you comin’ (Duh)
I spend at least a hundred
Ten if bro and them want her
Tippin’, you know we havin’
I only *** the baddest
I *** with sugar daddies (Yup)
That buy me Cuban links (Ice)
He know I’m ’bout to ask for somethin’ when I call him stink (On God)
I’m his favorite color, Starburst red and *** pink (Woo, woo)
He text like, “Bae, you need some money?”
I say, “What you think?” (The ***?)
See, I’m a player, baby (Mm-hmm)
You *** with simp-ass hoes (Ha)
I slap yo’ *** in the back of the head and send her to the store (***)
I got ***, he got ***, we can go ho for ho (Aye)
And I ain’t no lackin’-ass ***, we can go pole for pole (Uh)
I hit a *** and go
I’m really 6-and-0
Just pull them *** to the side, ***, what you strippin’ for?
What that *** like?
What that *** like?
You know I’m textin’, tryin’ to ask her ‘fore I book a flight
Boy, this *** right (Yeah)
This ***’ll change ya life (Woo)
Any *** I let hit gon’ wanna hit it twice (Facts)
Where I know you from? (***)
Like bae, I owe you somethin’ (Huh?)
Boo, I done already booked a flight ’cause, ***, I know you comin’