Can’t be f#cked with records
You know who started this sh#t
Gettin’ that money, gettin’ that bread
Free my n#gg#s out the feds
We don’t love no b#tches
Money on six, everything I do for my gang
And I came from the trenches, throwin’ up six
Want me to fall in love? I can’t
n#gg#, on Tank, n#gg#, on Neff
n#gg#, on Tank, n#gg#, on Rob
n#gg#, on Tank, n#gg#, or Rece
n#gg#, on Tank, n#gg#, on mine
Big ol’ Drac’, full of that iron
Wanna get killed? Cross that line
Fours forever, don’t f#ck with no fives
Cost at least ten hundred more, my line
Big #ss house, big #ss couch
Put this FN in that big #ss mouth
R.I.P. Neff from [?] to south
Youngin’ gon’ step every time a n#gg# play
Beat n#gg#, the only n#gg# featurin’ Drac’
Bow, b#tch, get down
First thing they say when a n#gg# get found, “How?”
Why? ‘Cause, b#tch, I’m a four-year and we don’t f#ck with fives
The last n#gg# played with us got fried
A spin back and dump everything out for Rob
I still miss my n#gg#s, miss my killers, miss my momma
Miss my daddy, two-tone Patek when I chill
Run off, you won’t get killed
n#gg#, on Tank, n#gg#, on Neff
n#gg#, on Tank, n#gg#, on Rob
n#gg#, on Tank, n#gg#, or Rece
n#gg#, on Tank, n#gg#, on mine
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42 Dugg Lyrics – On Tank