42 Dugg ft. Tae Money - Of Course Lyrics

(Flexin')
Volume 3 shit

Bag touched, now rap bitches wanna act up
Five somethin', I wanna funk bitch, like pass some'
610, 560, this the big Benz
Switched friends
I fucked her, I wanna fuck her
You cuffed her, gave her your last but I fucked first
Top ten
Too many dubs, I done dropped ten
Drop pins, watch how I push up and watch how I show out
You got yours, I got mine, let's have a blowout
I know why, niggas hatin' on me but before I
Slow down, I'ma burn this bitch up
Then turn this bitch up
Three-fifty cash for like six months
Bitch what?
Get off my ass, I might take somethin'
Trips on you, that's a gnat, that's a gnat
Apple had it, never gave it back, nigga, no cap
I was doin' eighty out the trap, this before rap
I retired killin' in '010, you should know that
But I'll go back
Shout out that pole, bitch, I blow that
What's up with cuz?
What's up with blood?
I still fuck with thugs
It was me and Wood, both out the window, "Nigga, don't move"
We want greens, I want blues
We both work food

Boy, you a fool (dumbass)
Think I ain't got the J's for the eight
Up early, catchin' plays
Niggas finished, SMH
I still got 'em textin' Nate
I serve out of Section 8
Niggas callin' us for the opps, like they investigate
In gloves on, hit 'em twenty times like I'm Gary Payton
I was only fuckin' on you, baby, why you say we dating?
And you know I got a bitch, so why you say that?
Only thing you did was eat this dick off in the Maybach
Two-thousand for the pussy?
I ain't gon' pay that 'less you bad
you got some nice titties and some ass
Got Chanel, Dior and Louis, Gucci for you
I steal with killers so you already know how we move
I get blocks fresh off, I turn one into two
Them niggas say, "Big ate banana clips for his food"

We blow chops, SIG and Glocks, kid you not
Every other nigga get thumped, on Mox
Five hunnid profit, I'm frank more than Sinatra
Fully auto choppers, I'm spendin' bands with gualas
Send her to the doctor, that pussy wasn't smellin' proper
And on my daddy mama, I know the nigga who shot me
So when I do him bad, don't be textin' me I'm wildin', bitch
Everybody know I'm still childish, bitch