It Get Deeper Pt. 2 - 42 Dugg

Never bite the hand that feeds you bro

Niggas greedy

Never felt what it was like to be loved

Bitches be cheap

Finally got my hand on some paper

I’m gettin even

Main mans turned into a hater

This shit deep

Over money

You’ll turn your back on your brother

Cause of money

I don’t know a bitch who

Really love me

Ain’t it funny

I could fill the east up with hundreds

Make a freak fuck for nothing

I don’t beef much at all

Still in the hood reminiscing about my dawgs

Every time my nigga call

I show out for him

My bitch been in the house of course

I been goin out more

Fuck I need clout for

I can’t be outscored

For all my niggas that’s callin

Bitch I’m still ballin

43 for these

And I’ll pay Mike Jordan

But I play em like stockton

These bitches selling like oxys

He a hatin' nigga pop em

Gettin rich the only option

Bitch I grew up with the doctors

You little niggas imposters

Might invest a couple houses

All of Houston for my youngin

Looking for pints of wocky

Who ain’t gettin money stop it

I might up a million dollars

I done fucked a million bitches

Bitch I got a million problems

Nah for real

Next time a nigga diss us

He getting killed

Bitches think they’re slick not slick enough

Baby I see you

If you think you can do this shit without me

Then so be it

The rest of my time and money

Being spent on appeals

Crib on the hill

Bad bitch who like to chill

Doggy bone on her nails

Free my fucking Uncle Nell

Million dollars on this bail

Don’t give a fuck no more

Real recognize real

Yeah I don’t trust no hoe

Real recognize real

Yeah I don’t trust no hoe

Never bite the hand that feeds you bro

Niggas greedy

Never felt what it was like to be loved

Bitches be cheap

Finally got my hand on some paper

I’m gettin even

Main mans turned into a hater

This shit deep

Over money

You’ll turn your back on your brother

Cause of money

I don’t know a bitch who

Really love me

Ain’t it funny

I could fill the east up with hundreds

Make a freak fuck for nothing

I don’t beef much at all

Still in the hood reminiscing about my dawgs

Every time my nigga call

I show out for him

My bitch been in the house of course

I been goin out more

Fuck I need clout for

I can’t be outscored

You know a nigga came from the slums

What’s crackin to the pastor

Got faith from all the guns

Hand held with a drum on a nigga

If not three

It got one on a nigga

Give em my all

I don’t stunt on my niggas

Aye tell me if you with me

My nigga or you gone leave

Why I never get the same love

Cause I’m me and my drugs told me

You could be something special

On Reese

How the fuck am I stressin

Thought I didn’t need you

Back and forth on this tether

It ain’t easy

Mama please show me

How to save my money

I remember countin down

90 days I’m comin

Never bite the hand that feeds you bro

Niggas greedy

Never felt what it was like to be loved

Bitches be cheap

Finally got my hand on some paper

I’m gettin even

Main mans turned into a hater

This shit deep

Over money

You’ll turn your back on your brother

Cause of money

I don’t know a bitch who

Really love me

Ain’t it funny

I could fill the east up with hundreds

Make a freak fuck for nothing

I don’t beef much at all

Still in the hood reminiscing about my dawgs

Every time my nigga call

I show out for him

My bitch been in the house of course

I been goin out more

Fuck I need clout for

I can’t be outscored