Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Y&T 2′ by 42 Dugg. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 42 Dugg or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
I got that white shit on too, bitch (y’all know what the f*ck that is)
By now y’all know what the f*ck I’m talkin’ ’bout (ya dig)
Yeah, young turnt nigga, bitch, the movement
All these bitches do is gossip (that’s all)
F*ck findin’ love where them blocks at
Ho tellin me I’m toxic, she done fucked a ho, what projects?
See a buss down by a nigga on my way to Avianne
Took a ho to Tiffany’s, she ain’t ever been off Connors
I got niggas locked in Adrian, still talk shit like Browner
I see a bad bitch and I want her, either I’m prolly fuckin’ or I’m gone
Yeah, this coat by Saint Laurent, can’t say I ain’t the one
Make my bitch suck dick for hours and she swear I hate to cum
Might call my bro, like, “Make it jump”
Bitch had my paper, I hate to front
Got places for dinner, got places for lunch
She love a nigga but hate to stunt
I’m young and turnt, can’t make this up
My bitches all bad, talkin’ eights and up
Tell ’em, “Knock her off,” won’t say for what
Two hunnid, the jury, no safe for us
I’m safe enough, put me in the game, I’m lacin’ up
No, I lace enough, dawg, I’m raisin’ mutts, paws
My niggas all hatin’, shit, it’s not the same, it’s different
Cost forty-five plane, not to mention
‘Nother twenty-five bucks on the right wrist
Told a ho, I wanna f*ck, I don’t like kissin’
Big face, presidents, I don’t like niggas (ayy)
Said a bitch freaky and I know it (lil’ freak)
Look at my wrist, I’m glowin’ (baow)
Big Faygo as I’m pourin’ (ayy)
Don’t even gotta tell me, I’m knowin’ (I’m knowin’)
She goin’, she goin’, she goin’, she gone
I’m young and turnt on my own
Can’t wait ’til my brother get home
I’m young and turnt in this bitch
All my niggas lit
Ayy, what you would do for a tip?
Ho, it don’t even matter, I’m rich
Prolly f*ck my brother, my cousin (ayy)
Got niggas still textin’ they love you (who?)
For the night, baby, f*ck your nigga (no cap)
Porsche white, blue, f*ck it, nigga, I’m sippin’ (uh-uh)
For the ATL, I’m crippin’
For the nineteen it don’t really make a difference
And keep it real, I don’t really like mentions
Most niggas snitchin’, tip ’em (rats)
F*ck nigga, just keep your distance
Lamb’ truck, hell nah, I don’t eat out (skrrt)
Double Cs on my bitch when her feet out
Big Bs all over the tree house
Said a bitch freaky and I know it
Look at my wrist, I’m glowin’
Big Faygo as I’m pourin’
Don’t even gotta tell me, I’m knowin’
She goin’, she goin’, she goin’, she gone
I’m young and turnt on my own
Can’t wait ’til my brother get home
I’m young and turnt in this bitch
All my niggas lit