Текст песни Verified (feat. 42 Dugg & Tay B) - Cash Kidd

This how we gon′ do this, ayy
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

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 Tyler Perry, 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