IDB Lyrics – 42 Dugg | With Meaning

Read the full IDB lyrics by 42 Dugg from the album Part 3 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy 42 Dugg’s music, you can also explore Goin Through It and No Fakin, two other songs by 42 Dugg.

[Intro]
I done been shot past n!ggas
(You’re telling me you built a time machine?)
(I just appreciate you so much, allen)
Yeah

[Chorus]
I done been shot past n!ggas
A quarter m on nellies, my b**ch bags different
Give a f**k about a lame, I’m the last n!gga
I done been had ms
How the f**k all the hating come from friends?
She a eight at best, n!gga, not a ten
Still Mr. f**k a b**ch friend, Mr. buss a band
Mr. pour the trish out, I only want the red

[Verse 1]
Free my n!gga tez, my uncle nell
Free my n!gga ric’, still ain’t never bought a jeep
Holla if you lost a b**ch, I still ain’t never left the east
I’ma road running, send more hundreds
They say they need raw, s*it, we got more coming
I’m the dope man still, blow, perc and pills
Hard for drew to beat it, say they caught him on film
I’m a louis timb n!gga, saint michael’s brim n!gga
Ask around, they gon’ tell you that we lil’ n!ggas
Ask again, they gon’ tell you that we kill n!ggas
Hard for me to feel n!ggas, I seen statements
Hard for me to chill when I’m used to going crazy

[Chorus]
I done been shot past n!ggas
A quarter m on nellies, my b**ch bags different
Give a f**k about a lame, I’m the last n!gga
I done been had ms
How the f**k all the hating come from friends?
She a eight at best, n!gga, not a ten

Still Mr. f**k a b**ch friend, Mr. buss a band
Mr. pour the trish out, I only want the red

[Verse 2]
Heard they just popped a n!gga dead (F**k him)
All in the dirt (Pu**y)
Every time they diss, we make ’em buy another shirt
I be balling on the twelfth same way I do the first
N!gga merch
I’ll never vouch for a n!gga I ain’t serve with
Ain’t the one to ask if I done heard, boy, I ain’t heard s*it
I just bought a cully, not to drive, just to swerve with
Next time a n!gga shoot at mine, b**ch, we purging
I know you n!ggas nervous
My side b**ches be curving
I’ll never vouch for a n!gga I ain’t serve with
Ain’t the type to ask if I done heard, boy, I ain’t heard s*it
I just bought a cully, not to drive, just to swerve with
I know you n!ggas heard me

[Chorus]
I done been shot past n!ggas
A quarter m on nellies, my b**ch bags different
Give a f**k about a lame, I’m the last n!gga
I done been had ms
How the f**k all the hating come from friends?
She a eight at best, n!gga, not a ten
Still Mr. f**k a b**ch friend, Mr. buss a band
Mr. pour the trish out, I only want the red