1942 ft. MotionBoyz Lyrics

What the fuck are you talking about, okay? I'm your partner, okay

You're not gonna trust me with that kind of thing. Who the fuck you gonna trust

I trust no motherfuckin' niggas

Join your partner

Ass call, member call, member call

I don't know what the fuck 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 fuck the crew

You can't get no money if you don't know what the fuck you doin'

Her friend keep on tryin' to sneaky link, like, what the fuck 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, fuck 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, fuck 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