8 Ball Big Flame 8 (Ft. Doe Boy)

[Intro: Big Flame 8]
Oh, Joe did this one
Okay, okay, okay (Cheers)
I won't change for shit
And I tie my shoes up, will not trip 'bout a bitch
It's enough, he actin', ayy

[Verse 1: Big Flame 8]
Okay, again I say, I will not change for shit
And I tie my shoes up, will not trip 'bout a bitch
Oh, it's enough, he actin' tough, pass shots out like a fifth
I glued my foot to that gas, ain't tryna stop for shit
You can't even pay for my bitch, ain't got enough expenses
Is he a shooter, or a killer? You got to know the difference
Baby, I be tryin' to mind my business, I don't know them niggas
All these drugs, if I die, I don't think they want my kidneys
All these niggas kitty, bitches, they just good for bitchin'
Fuck the 'net, boy, log offline and go hop on your businеss
Milly your block with chops, I'm on feet now, I was out the window
Bitch, don't touch me, most you doin' is givin' my dick a hickey
Uh, uh, uh
Fuck is that, bitch? My wholе city wicked
Y'all is not steppers, y'all whole crew full of paralyzed bitches
Bitch, now, where did I go wrong?
I had NFL dreams, but thirteen, I was runnin' in homes
God can be my witness, your shit unlocked and you wasn't at home
Son, how the fuck you get all them damn shoes, these from my bros, uh
That's what I told her, devil on my shoulder
I ain't livin' right, hug Ray Ray tight when I hold her
Mama baby hold his own, I'm thuggin' how I'm 'posed to
Before you run off, I'm gon' walk up, thought I told you