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

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