[LYRICS] 4 Da Gang Lyrics By 42 Dugg & Roddy Ricch

42 Dugg And Roddy Ricch Lyrics

Here is the correct and complete lyrics to ‘4 Da Gang’ by 42 Dugg and Roddy Ricch, 4 Da Gang was released in 2021, as the fourth track on 42 Dugg’s “Free Dem Boyz” album. 4 Da Gang was produced by TayTayMadeIt, read the lyrics to 4 Da Gang and sing along.

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42 Dugg & Roddy Ricch – 4 Da Gang Lyrics

Intro: 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 nothing plain on me, nigga, four chains on me (I just want to be loved by you)
I ain’t tripping ’bout that ho, nigga, she came on me
I got a bitch from the West, she’ll suck a nigga soft
Bitch from the East, she’ll fuck a nigga dawgs (No one like—)
Still playing with that raw even though I got a deal
Had to get up out the city, I just got a nigga killed
Pause, I’m lying, kinda, still sipping out the Fanta
OxyContin and Opanas, I want four-two for each
Niggas upped Lou for free, that’s my nigga, come and kick it
Mister still’ll serve the city, I’m the reason it’s some chicken
Why the fuck you in the kitchen tryna turn one?
Daire quit pulling on thе blender ‘fore you burn somе
Baby say she want a real nigga, but she don’t get it
Why you ain’t never up at night? I told you I been sipping
Still go harder for my niggas, 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 nigga, 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 riding 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, bitch, I really got a check
42 in this shit, 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 nigga, we winning
Amiris on low, if not, wheat Timbs
Me and 42 pulling up, twin Bentleys
Peanut butter 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 nigga, but they’re never gon’ admit it
I was doing 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 fucking on your bitches, probably running up the digits
Forgiato wheels, both lanes
Floor mats say a nigga name
Interrogation, feds tried to put us on the board, never identified
All my niggas always getting dough, it’s always chicken time
I got niggas in the box, gon’ call me collect
I got model bitches 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 nigga got a gangster card, he bought it off Groupon
One of the young niggas that be getting love in the city
From the hub to the dub in the tub, fuck with me