Roddy Ricch - 4 Da Gang lyrics

[Intro: Scorpions with 42 Dugg] You I can't wait for the nights with you I imagine the things we'll do [Verse 1: 42 Dugg] Ain't nothin' plain on me, ni**a, four chains on me I ain't trippin' 'bout that ho, ni**a, she came on me I got a b*tch from the West, she'll su*k a ni**a soul b*tch from the East, she'll fu*k a ni**a dawgs Still playin' with that raw even though I got a deal Had to get up out the city, I just got a ni**a killed Pause, I'm lyin', kinda, still sippin' out the Fanta OxyContin and Opanas, I want four-two for each ni**as upped Lou for free, that's my ni**a, come and kick it Mister still'll serve the city, I'm the reason it's some chicken Why the fu*k you in the kitchen tryna turn one? Daire quit pullin' on the blender 'fore you burn somе Baby say she want a real ni**a, but she don't gеt it Why you ain't never up at night? I told you I been sippin' Still go harder for my ni**as, wish I could bring you back Turntest in the city, white lows, blue flags Know I keep two flags on bang I just dropped a Urus for the gang Catch me in the city, young ni**a, four chains Signed to CMG, still in the dope game I don't swipe propane, really got it out the mud Big 4 Gang, catch me ridin' with the thugs And I got it on my own, ain't nobody helped me Remain humble, sell crack to dope fiends You can't "Lil' bro" me, b*tch, I really got a check 42 in this sh*t, I be really on that Put the city on my back, still remember hard times 2018 was the year my dawg died [Chorus: 42 Dugg & Roddy Ricch] Pull up in frog eyes, yeah ni**a, we winning Amiris on low, if not wheat Timbs Me and 42 pullin' up, twin Bentleys Peanut bu*ter seats, all my windows tinted Know I keep two flags on bang I just dropped a Urus for the gang Tied from the D to LA, always keep it a hunnid K [Verse 2: Roddy Ricch] Number one ni**a, but they're never gon' admit it I was doin' two-hundred in the 'Rari and got a ticket Every time they see me, they say they ain't seen me in a minute Probably fu*kin' on your b*tches, probably runnin' up the digits Forgiato wheels, both lanes Floor mats say a ni**a name Interrogation, feds tried to put us on the board, never identified All my ni**as always gettin' dough, it's always chicken time I got ni**as in the box, gon' call me collect I got model b*tches that be tryna call me for sex And you know what they say, "If it ain't directed, then don't respect it" You see 'em out in public, they gon' act like they never said it I see by the C-side, I throw it up two times And your ni**a got a gangster card, he bought it off Groupon One of the young ni**as that be gettin' love in the city From the hub to the dub in the tub, fu*k with me [Chorus: 42 Dugg & Roddy Ricch] Pull up in frog eyes, yeah ni**a, we winning Amiris on low, if not wheat Timbs Me and 42 pullin' up, twin Bentleys Peanut bu*ter seats, all my windows tinted Know I keep two flags on bang I just dropped a Urus for the gang Tied from the D to LA, always keep it a hunnid K