Don’t Fuck Around Yung Simmie (Ft. DoughDough)

[Verse 1: Dough Dough]
Fuck 'round, get stuck in the ground like a golfball
You stay asleep with your eyes open, you Ray Charles
Rub me the wrong way, get burned like the iron on
Your girl a major meat-eater so we call her "dinosaur"
My life a movie so I fuck with the camera on
They say I'm a Don, so call me "Corleone"
Mind on the money, so that's all you see in my phone
Custo's, bitches and hoes, my main ho be hatin' Dough
Probably cause she slidin' on me like I don't know
But you know the code, M.O.B., get you cause I'mma get me
Born and raised in these city streets, Obama couldn't change me
[?]

[Hook x2: Yung Simmie]
He fucked around, he fucked around, he fucked around
Get stuck in the ground
He fucked around, he fucked around
Get stuck in the ground
So don't fuck around, don't fuck around, don't fuck around
Don't fuck around, don't fuck around
Get stuck in the ground

[Verse 2: Yung Simmie]
Ride on 'em, slide on 'em, all my niggas goin' to ride, homie
Blackland my side, homie, wintertime, got the five on me
Hit 'em up, I ain't even know 'em
Couldn't tell 'em show I had to show 'em
Ski mask, that toe tag, that tech-nine, you touch mine
Gold teeth spit gold rhymes, spit dope, spit cold lines
Feel me, a real G, been hood, I been me
Guns up, you know what's up, hood niggas in army trucks
Big boots we stomp, bruh, get buck, we turnin' up