They Ain't FW Dub

Yeah, Karti What, yeah, they ain't fucking with Dub They ain't fucking with Dub They ain't fucking with Dub They ain't fucking with Dub My girl bring the bags in My bro bring the cash in So many racks inside my pocket, bitch Can't even imagine Me and my gang too up We don't do capping I don't give a f*ck I'm making bucks Most of this shit off rapping Most of the time I just talk in a mic Strap on me like a dyke Strapped up, but I can fight I'm off the X, high as a kite I took a Xan to land I'm counting bands, man I'm in a SRT my twin in a Trans-Am And he taking off Y'all haters be soft I'm shopping at Saks Fifth I seen him at Ross And I'm getting racks, bitch I ain't sharing my sauce You FaceTiming Kartier Dub How the f*ck you gonna leave me on paused Oh woah, I don't mind being solo Oh no, I got the juice like gogo Dojo, kick him in the nuts, no homo Bitch I'm the goat, you already know I see red no rojo My girl bring the bags in My bro bring the cash in So many racks inside my pocket, bitch Can't even imagine Me and my gang too up We don't do capping I don't give a f*ck I'm making bucks Most of this shit off rapping