Braggin' Rights ft. Lil CD & Deuce5ive Lyrics

Alrighttt,

Beefin with dub, that shit don't make sense

All the bad hoes, we done been hit

Alrighttt

Beefin with dub, that shit don't make sense

All the bad hoes in the city, we done been hit

Niggas still bragging bout some shit, I done been did

Stack your pape, put it up, couple months you big lit

Niggas don't fuck with dub, they made that shit clear

Just like essentials, God only man that I fear

If you got a bitch and she untouched, then she top tier

If you love that girl, don't let me come near

I can't lay up with you, bae, you know I gotta catch Nicole

When I text her Texas Roadhouse already know to bring that roll

Man my niggas like construction workers, always on the road

I treat my opps like Lil Durk, I be tryna up the score

Hell nah I don't love you bae, I can't even fake it

I like hoes who wake me up and eat me up just like some bacon

I think the bank stole something, I wake up and then I chase it

Might up a dub on my snap, I dare a nigga to come take it

Lil CD really my blood, this nigga auntie was my granny

Never thought we'd be some rappers, guess the shit run in the family

Don't get it twisted, we ain't blood, this nigga dub my brother too

He playin' beats like what you wanna feature, just take me to the Stu

I might take the mic like Ike and beat the bitch up like it's Tina

This shit was all a joke, but now they wanna see me in arenas

I don't know that nigga Stanley, but me and gang been toting steamers

Boy, this Glock an appetizer, that's why it's stuffed with jalapenos

Niggas out here fucked up, now they callin', beggin' for a front

Looked at Deuce5ive, man just roll me one

Finally hit that hoe, but all she really did was run

20K mission hit the road and I was out on bond

Hittin' all my plays but still 10 to 5 at Jimmy John's

Looked at Reek, just walked in, need a number 9

If you think I'm cappin', ask Tev, Bone or Deuce5ive

If change dropped out my pocket, only way that I'll drop a dime

You can catch me with your bitch or you can catch me on the block

I been throwin' people's bows, they think I know Dwayne The Rock

But hell nah, I don't know shit about no WWE

I might pull up with that FN, leave a niggas tank on E

I don't know why these niggas hate, guess cause they ain't got no pape

I might pull up in a Rari, then I skirt off in a Wraith

Niggas dissin' on the gang , boy you know that shit ain't safe

Catchin' thousand-dollar plays, boy I do this every day

My mama hate to see me leanin', know her baby love the double cup

Boy, this sprite is full of glue, you take a sip and then it leave you stuck

I might pop a Perk and take a sip of Trishy and now I'm booted up

There's 700 horses in this Ram, you seen a kitty truck

Like, why this motherfucker go so fast

It's a T.R.X

Baby, you know that I ain't finna wipe your ass

I just want S.E.X

I'm on my period, please don't be mad

But wassup wit the Neck

My main bitch trippin', blowin' up my phone

I'm at the Stu, just sent a text

Beefin' with Dub, that shit don't make sense

All the bad hoes in the city, we done been hit

Niggas still braggin' bout some shit, I done been did

Stack your pape, put it up, couple months, you big lit

Niggas don't fuck with Dub, they made that shit clear

Just like Essentials, God only man that I fear

If you got a bitch and she untouched, then she top tier

If you love that girl, don't let me come near