Verified - Cash Kidd, 42 Dugg, Tay B

I remember we ain’t have shit

Now look at us, both verified, fuckin' bad bitches

Bro, I done drove fast whips, bro, I done crashed whips

I don’t care if she a lame ho or if she a rat bitch

I’ma fuck her like my main, treat her like a fat bitch

I don’t care about my last bitch, let my mans hit

I just checked my bank account, this shit outrageous

Woke up with no socks on, I feel like a caveman, look

Ayy, bust a nut, fell straight to sleep, got her ass heated

Bro asked, «Was her pussy good?» Shit, I caught amnesia

Nigga said fuck my dead brother, made his ass meet him

Have to pay for them words like a rap feature

Draco with the long nose, look like an anteater

Fendi prints, put the F’s on her like a gas meter

Bag touch, I’m passin' out F’s like a mad teacher

Say she want me and Tay B, we gon' tagteam her

Ayy, told Dugg to bring 42, she want four too

This little shit these niggas signin' for, we gon' blow through

Y’all niggas trippin' over hoes, that’s what we don’t do

Arguing with your bitch every day is what you go through

On the phone beggin' for her back, on your cryin' shit

Gave you a lil' trophy, one year, on my Kawhi shit

You like Curry shootin' from the three, you can’t buy a brick

She said she ain’t fuck me, she a lyin' bitch

Yeah, and she be suckin' dick (Rat)

Five hours to the K, she a fuckin' trip

Nine hours to the ten, we gon' fuck again

High-fivin' with my mans, you can fuck her friend

I might up a couple hundred, what’s a fuckin' Benz?

Rose and light AP, nigga, one-of-one (Duh)

Bitches call me Calipari, I know one-and-dones

And we ain’t thinkin' 'bout your nigga, he a fuckin' bum

Huh, nigga cappin' like he one of us

Bitch, I’m sittin' on racks like a honey bun

You sound dumb as fuck, you think we ain’t bring them drums with us

One on ones, in here punchin' up like an uppercut

Yeah, every nigga on this fuckin' song been a hundred up

I’ma be up a half a mil' when the summer up

I know these niggas sick, they can’t stomach us

Your bitch suck me out my skin like a tummy tuck

Can’t none of y’all lil' niggas fuck with me (At all)

I ain’t payin' the ho for nothin', she a fuckin' freak

Left wrist, right wrist four thousand a piece

Probably hit his baby mama, he got a problem with me

Heard I hit a nigga sister, that was all facts

Played Bape in '18, now we off that

Sell dope and chase dreams, we don’t all rap

Naw, nigga, we don’t all rap

Heard I hit a nigga mama, that was real shit

Lost five hundred thousand, but I’m still lit (Turnt)

I ain’t pourin' Belvedere, I’m pourin' real Cris'

Only real niggas feel this