[Intro]
(Point)
(Doe)
Doe, Doe
Look at the Sky, Doe, Damn
My bitch be mad I be dissin' on the-
My bitch be mad I be speakin' on the-
[Verse]
My bitch be mad I be dissin' on the dead, but she be smokin' with me
And I keep biddin' on Lil Doe, and she keep chokin' with me
My dog be chasin' money too, his pockets pokin' with me
My Hooper loyal, he be rockin', he be rollin' with me
Damn, we be laughing on a drill, that shit the bid
All these hats, I might just open up a lids
He was dissing, but we made that n**** wish he never did
The detectives taking pictures of his wig
I'm a Trap Baby, really made a killin' with the stove
I got good grace, and I got some sugar for your nose
I was OT, it was me, and Onni, and the bros
And my check ringing, that's another zombie on the phone
Like, this shit jumpin' every hour of the day
And Ferb trappin' every hour, 'cause it pay
The fiends blowin' up his phone, he tryna bag it up
And we spent Roley's in the trap, you can add it up
Could've bought a Rolex, but auntie want the work
So before I bought the watch, I bought the Bobby first
I'm takin' risks, I'm ridin' round with all this Bobby Brown
Ain't breakin' off, don't call it jacked if you don't got it now
Trappin, Rappin, Jumpin' out of cars
This bitch in love she know she fuckin' on a star
She like "I love your ass to death", I'm like "Alright"
I know this bitch a bop but I ain't even bop her or cart
My Lil' Brother evil, he still his mom baby
He hug her tight, then he grab his gun and go crazy
She'll never guess her baby out here doin' n****'s shady
He a Hooper, he like PrimeTime T'McGrady
N****'s hate me but I can't even pay them n****'s mind
I'ma say your homie name, and make it rhyme
(I'ma say your homie name, and make it-) Doe
I'ma say your homie name, and make it rhyme
I know a dancin' ass n****, died right before Christmas
Hoop4Jah, n****'s troll Jah, and go missin'
We'll slime you out, he thought that he was gang till we blitzed him
Tay be cookin shit, turned 54th into a kitchen
Really wettin' shit, I done caught a couple n****'s slippin'
While you with your bitch, how your ass get shot while youwas kissin
Y'all was makin' out, I torched the whole block, y'all was bitchin'
I be givin' game, you could learn something if you listen
(Point)
(Doe)
Doe, Doe
Look at the Sky, Doe, Damn
My bitch be mad I be dissin' on the-
My bitch be mad I be speakin' on the-
[Verse]
My bitch be mad I be dissin' on the dead, but she be smokin' with me
And I keep biddin' on Lil Doe, and she keep chokin' with me
My dog be chasin' money too, his pockets pokin' with me
My Hooper loyal, he be rockin', he be rollin' with me
Damn, we be laughing on a drill, that shit the bid
All these hats, I might just open up a lids
He was dissing, but we made that n**** wish he never did
The detectives taking pictures of his wig
I'm a Trap Baby, really made a killin' with the stove
I got good grace, and I got some sugar for your nose
I was OT, it was me, and Onni, and the bros
And my check ringing, that's another zombie on the phone
Like, this shit jumpin' every hour of the day
And Ferb trappin' every hour, 'cause it pay
The fiends blowin' up his phone, he tryna bag it up
And we spent Roley's in the trap, you can add it up
Could've bought a Rolex, but auntie want the work
So before I bought the watch, I bought the Bobby first
I'm takin' risks, I'm ridin' round with all this Bobby Brown
Ain't breakin' off, don't call it jacked if you don't got it now
Trappin, Rappin, Jumpin' out of cars
This bitch in love she know she fuckin' on a star
She like "I love your ass to death", I'm like "Alright"
I know this bitch a bop but I ain't even bop her or cart
My Lil' Brother evil, he still his mom baby
He hug her tight, then he grab his gun and go crazy
She'll never guess her baby out here doin' n****'s shady
He a Hooper, he like PrimeTime T'McGrady
N****'s hate me but I can't even pay them n****'s mind
I'ma say your homie name, and make it rhyme
(I'ma say your homie name, and make it-) Doe
I'ma say your homie name, and make it rhyme
I know a dancin' ass n****, died right before Christmas
Hoop4Jah, n****'s troll Jah, and go missin'
We'll slime you out, he thought that he was gang till we blitzed him
Tay be cookin shit, turned 54th into a kitchen
Really wettin' shit, I done caught a couple n****'s slippin'
While you with your bitch, how your ass get shot while youwas kissin
Y'all was makin' out, I torched the whole block, y'all was bitchin'
I be givin' game, you could learn something if you listen
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