Lyrics Sukka Dukkas - Skatterman & Snug Brim, DJ Fresh, Young Buck

Sukka Dukkas

When I’m stuntin in the club, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m smokin out the blunt, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m hollering at a bitch, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I step into my whip, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I pull up to the spot, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m hustling on the block, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m countin up a not, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m rollin in my drop, got my Sukka Dukkas on
Hop out the whip, and brush the weed off
You know I’m stuntin like I get them keys off
Red money, red cases, red KC
Red lenses on my face, I can’t see
Yeah I’m feeling myself
That’s why my shades on
That’s why I got this red and my Js on
You can’t talk to me
Nigga I ain’t heard a word you said
Can’t understand you, homie, I’m just bobbing my head
In the club double fisting, high as autom leaves
Spillin Whiskey on a hoe, slappin her ass cheaks
I feel like Superman with my Dukkas on
Now I say you to a bitch, let me check her dome
That’s all I’m on
Tough niggas stop it
I got my Sukka Dukkas on, you outta pocket
Move out your SD
Go head and pop a few
Cause if I take 'm all, I’ll be ready to knock a few
When I’m stuntin in the club, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m smokin out the blunt, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m hollering at a bitch, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I step into my whip, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I pull up to the spot, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m hustling on the block, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m countin up a not, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m rollin in my drop, got my Sukka Dukkas on
Thought we was them, but you’re motherfuckin wrong
Skatterman and Snug Brim, on your motherfuckin lawn
This is a movement, not a motherfuckin song
If you feel them haters haten, put your Sukka Dukkas on
Just left the spot homie, whippin that cake mix
Smellen like fruit, cause I be smoken that grape shit
In my Beamer, but it feel like a spaceship
Rhyms is bananas, but the trunk go ape shit
Back to back, pullen up on 'm
Show up in the valay, and toss a couple bucks on 'm
Walked in the club, nigga, we on that
Tell the bartender bring us some Conyak
That’s howhen you ball
And your clique big on ten
A charm on your arm, and a brick on your wrist
Movin blow like Diego and George
I spent a stack on my Dukkas, how much you pay for your’s?
When I’m stuntin in the club, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m smokin out the blunt, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m hollering at a bitch, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I step into my whip, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I pull up to the spot, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m hustling on the block, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m countin up a not, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m rollin in my drop, got my Sukka Dukkas on
Eh hoe, I’m greener than a motherfucker
I’m swervin like a motherfucker, ridin on these blades
Ran through a hundred of 'm, took me 2 days
Put my niggas on, bought my kids all the new Js
The scails on my seat, I can show you what it weighs
If my mama tryed to cop from me, then she would’ve to pay
So gorilla bout this paper
Might wack my best friend
If I catch him with his fingers in the cookie jar again
All my bitches my niggas move Os
When it all adds up, hoe, the ghetto’s in my soul
Watchin the road
We call the pills swagger
Trap house closed cause the feds almost had us
I’m a surtified d boy, I am not the avrage
My wrist worth a hundred, and my neck 80 karrots
Yeah I’m married to thesee we keep each other strong
That’s why I’m in the club, with my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m stuntin in the club, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m smokin out the blunt, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m hollering at a bitch, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I step into my whip, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I pull up to the spot, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m hustling on the block, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m countin up a not, got my Sukka Dukkas on
When I’m rollin in my drop, got my Sukka Dukkas on