Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not Us, artist - 42 Dugg. Date of issue: 13.03.2019
Song language: English
Not Us |
| Seventy-five the whole way, we gon' break it down and sell it |
| I got niggas eatin' trash, really waitin' on me to mail |
| I got, ayy, I got pictures, I got bitches |
| Send my youngin on a mission |
| Oh, that’s your cousin? |
| He a witness (Rat) |
| Should’ve told him mind his business |
| Once he’s on the floor we gon' send him to the ceiling |
| Twenty-eight a bow, you can smell it when they seal it |
| Since you niggas cappin', I’ma show you how to peel it |
| Definition of wild nigga, I’m all in the crowd with it |
| Reach for this chain, my nigga lettin' the crowd feel it |
| We 'bout business |
| Throw a couple in his mama, we ain’t got feelings |
| My nigga fightin' the feds but he is not finished (At all) |
| I told him take 'em to the door |
| We can’t move 'em in the city, I’ma take 'em to the O |
| Told my nigga ain’t no favors, you can make them lil' pros |
| Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood |
| We ain’t puttin' on your head, that is not us |
| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done got one |
| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done dropped somethin' |
| The agent like the truck, we crack a nigga like a pint of lean |
| Draco with the monkey nuts’ll flip you like a trampoline |
| Kidney full of Maybelline, Amiri drippin', a murder scene |
| Used to cook up that Charlie Sheen, .223 like Alamine |
| Lights out, white chalk, that stick sound like a track hawk |
| Hah, hah, hah, hah, walk up and do face shots |
| Bring the yellow tape out, mash on your tater |
| I put mass all on beta, now I got bags on the equator |
| Orange, purple Laker |
| Five hundred comin', pray to God, hope it make it |
| Just wrapped up five diamonds, hope it’s gone, 'cause I’ma take it |
| Mama tell me «Son, every day I hope you make it» |
| Mama tell me «Son, every day I hope you make it» |
| Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood |
| We ain’t puttin' on your head, that is not us |
| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done got one |
| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done dropped somethin' |
| Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood |
| We ain’t puttin' on your head, that is not us |
| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done got one |
| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done dropped somethin' |
| Ayy, where that money at? |
| Pulled up where it’s 'posed to be |
| All these bags in the spot but ain’t no groceries |
| Ain’t put no tints on none of my cars, opps, they know it’s me |
| I was raised up by my mom but ain’t no ho in me |
| Runnin' out the spot, tear the bush up, comin' down the street |
| Grab the money, leave the weed, they find it, they can keep it |
| Catch a body, you know the code, just keep that shit a secret |
| Swear to God we’ll wipe his nose, we ever catch him leaking |
| They hit my right hand with that charge, it left my heart in pieces |
| Flood my right hand with baguettes, I wear the flawless pieces |
| In my bag, I’m talkin' to 'em, it’s like I’m really preachin' |
| 'Bout to go and buy a church and make the bros the deacons |
| Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood |
| We ain’t puttin' on your head, that is not us |
| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done got one |
| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done dropped somethin' |
| Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood |
| We ain’t puttin' on your head, that is not us |
| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done got one |
| Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done dropped somethin' |