1942 (feat. MotionBoyz)

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TheStackboi

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What the f*ck are you talking about, okay? I'm your partner, okay
You're not gonna trust me with that kind of thing. Who the f*ck you gonna trust
I trust no motherfuckin' niggas
Join your partner

Ass call, member call, member call
I don't know what the f*ck you talkin' about
2742, 727, dumbass niggas
Uh-huh, uh-huh

She don't want no fuckin' Tito, she want 42
Got her off the Percocet, she took more than two
200K, I'm up and runnin', this what money do
Shout-out to my plug, he the reason that my niggas chew

Casablanca silk off the leavens, got her tryin' to screw
All my niggas ballin', got her choosin' one to f*ck the crew
You can't get no money if you don't know what the f*ck you doin'
Her friend keep on tryin' to sneaky link, like, what the f*ck you doin'

Took the baby right up out that Chrysler, put her in a Skrrt
Loyal bitch tryin' to rub my feet, she touchin' all my corn
Glass ID, straight from China, bout to go on tour
She broke up with her boyfriend, cause he was a corn

I ain't never runnin' out of money
Loyal bitch sittin' at that table, she gon' count it for me
You can't trust a soul when you really out here gettin' money
They smile all in your face, behind your back, they tryin' to take it from you

Focus now, only thing in my mind is a bag of hundreds
Focus now, put them hoes aside, it's time to get some money
Focus now, only thing in my mind is a bag of hundreds
Focus now, put them hoes aside, it's time to get some money

They tryin' to take it from me
They tryin' to take it from me
They tryin' to take it from me
R.A.B

I can't hang around doors cause there ain't none of that
And we ain't stop the only time that my chicken flat
I put my hand on her neck, it ain't no lookin' back
She was actin' all bougie till her nigga crack

Before I bust down the bank, I was heavy in the trap
Me and bro was in the basement, all we had was some packs
I can't listen to that shit cause he ain't speakin' facts
I can't hop the sides I whip, lest we tend it up with straps

Shit, f*ck E-Time out
Dog lost his life, and they're tryin' to shoot some craps
I beat the shit out you, you hear her thinkin' this shit sweet
I'm in this water six feet, this shit deep

My lil' nigga, he'll kill you, then he gon' take the meat
Dog whipped the badger on the fiend, dead, he ain't sleep
Dog fell five times, he ain't stackin' shit steep
Broke his head with your bitch, you can't even take her out to eat

Stupid ass lil' nigga can't drive, he crashed a Jeep
Shit, bitch, f*ck E-Time out
No mic check, get in the booth and I'll just rip open
Pray his ass don't try me to smith the west or bust his shit open

Her coochie lookin' chunky through the leggings, I'm tryin' to grip on it
Bendin' in that track, who get yo' loc', we finna spin on it
Get a boil of dope before I sell it, put some fin on it
A nigga catch me out, ain't got the Glock, I put my fists on him

This bitch, she suck the tip, when she go down, she put a twist on it
Scratchin' in that track, when I catch up, this bitch gon' lift on you
Pull up on yo' bitch off two perks, she doin' splits on it
The kitty all brown with red guts and 5% on it

Unc broke the scale, he damn near got a brick on it
My young niggas pull up sprayin' shit with a switch on it
We gon' walk his ass down, we ain't shootin' up no cribs
Bitch hit my gram, say she like the way I live

Heard the boys tryna raid, we gon' stuff it in the fridge
Bitch laid up on her bills, finna punch the whole ring
You gotta feel me

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