[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
Rapper baby mama at the spot gettin' her back broke (Uh)
All these pills I pop, what the fuck I'm gon' relax for? (Uh)
Niggas be like, "Doe a bitch, but he got them racks, though"
All that sneak dissin', that's what fuck niggas get slapped for
Used to slide in minivans, now it's Bentley coupes (Skrrt)
Never had shit, now these bitches choosin' 'cause I got some Jimmy Choos (Mwah)
Boy, you better not start with my gang, they gon' finish you (Gang, gang)
Just had a talk with God, told him, "Forgive me when I spin on dude" (Boom, boom)
Perkies got me tweakin', nigga, I ain't in the mood (Tweak, tweak, tweak)
I can't dance, but my pistol can, I ain't got no groove (Oh, really?)
Up a hundred in her face, damn, these bitches think I'm rude (Uh, uh, yeah)
I'ma rob him if he lackin', hope that boy don't think I'm cool (Fool)
They just let out Baby Shaq, he put a nigga on the news (Boom, boom)
Had Helmut Lang, slide on a rapper, knock him out his Louis shoes
If y'all pull up a hundred deep, then you gon' leave with zero goons (Yeah)
You ain't never struck the plug, you probably bust 'bout zero moves (Let's go)
Ayy, all the slimes with me, they totin' on big fifties
Three niggas with bodies inside this Benz with me (Skrrt)
I'm shootin' when you see me, you best believe me (Boom, boom)
It's hard to love a bitch, but this killing, that shit easy (Fool)
Youngin with an attitude, chopper twirl, it's easy
Streets was screaming free me, pussies hope they keep me (Pussy)
Dig your partner up, nigga, bet he can't say shit (Ha)
From East Cleveland, but I got some killers in Zone 6 (Freebandz gang)
Move these niggas out the way (Yeah), all these pussy niggas fake (Yeah)
Almost gave up on the BAPE, but I just got a pack from Drake (That's crazy)
Better watch the way you talk 'fore I start blastin' in your face (Grrt)
Ain't with the shits, boy, you a bitch, go put some lashes on your face, yeah (Fool)
Run up in your home, if I want it, then it's gone (Let's go)
Don't wrestle, up the Glock, I'm not The Rock, these diamonds stone cold (Woo, woo)
I just fuck 'em, I don't cuddle, I ain't laying with no hoes
Put this pistol on your forehead, then I bang it on your dome (Like my bitch)
Rapper baby mama at the spot gettin' her back broke (Uh)
All these pills I pop, what the fuck I'm gon' relax for? (Uh)
Niggas be like, "Doe a bitch, but he got them racks, though"
All that sneak dissin', that's what fuck niggas get slapped for
Used to slide in minivans, now it's Bentley coupes (Skrrt)
Never had shit, now these bitches choosin' 'cause I got some Jimmy Choos (Mwah)
Boy, you better not start with my gang, they gon' finish you (Gang, gang)
Just had a talk with God, told him, "Forgive me when I spin on dude" (Boom, boom)
Perkies got me tweakin', nigga, I ain't in the mood (Tweak, tweak, tweak)
I can't dance, but my pistol can, I ain't got no groove (Oh, really?)
Up a hundred in her face, damn, these bitches think I'm rude (Uh, uh, yeah)
I'ma rob him if he lackin', hope that boy don't think I'm cool (Fool)
They just let out Baby Shaq, he put a nigga on the news (Boom, boom)
Had Helmut Lang, slide on a rapper, knock him out his Louis shoes
If y'all pull up a hundred deep, then you gon' leave with zero goons (Yeah)
You ain't never struck the plug, you probably bust 'bout zero moves (Let's go)
Ayy, all the slimes with me, they totin' on big fifties
Three niggas with bodies inside this Benz with me (Skrrt)
I'm shootin' when you see me, you best believe me (Boom, boom)
It's hard to love a bitch, but this killing, that shit easy (Fool)
Youngin with an attitude, chopper twirl, it's easy
Streets was screaming free me, pussies hope they keep me (Pussy)
Dig your partner up, nigga, bet he can't say shit (Ha)
From East Cleveland, but I got some killers in Zone 6 (Freebandz gang)
Move these niggas out the way (Yeah), all these pussy niggas fake (Yeah)
Almost gave up on the BAPE, but I just got a pack from Drake (That's crazy)
Better watch the way you talk 'fore I start blastin' in your face (Grrt)
Ain't with the shits, boy, you a bitch, go put some lashes on your face, yeah (Fool)
Run up in your home, if I want it, then it's gone (Let's go)
Don't wrestle, up the Glock, I'm not The Rock, these diamonds stone cold (Woo, woo)
I just fuck 'em, I don't cuddle, I ain't laying with no hoes
Put this pistol on your forehead, then I bang it on your dome (Like my bitch)
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