Mad at That Doe Boy (Ft. Chevy Woods)

[Intro]
(Nard & B)

[Chorus: Doe Boy]
Pull up in a Rari, [?]
These niggas mad at that
I won't even fuck her she a four
These bitches mad at that
Real shit nigga, true story
Fake rappers mad at that
Always ride around with that 40
I let it handle that
In the club popping all the bottles
These niggas mad at that
Shooters on deck, but I'm poppin
These niggas mad at that
Nigga turnt up, can't stop me
I sware they mad at that
Fake ass niggas better watch
You know they mad at that

[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
Niggas out here lerkin
Do a fuck nigga dirty
Toat a Mac like Burny
Cock it back then burn it
Out here, no worries
Goons rush in a hurry
We don't show no mercy
30's like Steph Curry
Fuck niggas mad, I don't give a fuck
Savage young nigga pull up, shoot you up
Laced in the club, yeah my goon fuck it up
Killers in the parking lo, shooters in the cut
Young Doe flex, ice on my neck
Freeband Gang, niggas know we got a check
Choppers on deck, bullet proof vest
We can go to war, load it up, it's a bet
Pull up in the audi, fuck her than I'm outi
Young gold nigga get up fresh up out the county
Nigga get from round me
Can't stand by me
40 on deck, and that bitch sayin' "try me"
Sacks 5th Louie Av, [?]
40 on deck, and that bitch sayin' "try me"
Sacks 5th Louie Av, [?]
'Cause they know a nigga balling, Freeband nigga [?]