Killing You Doodie Lo (Ft. BIG30 & Yung Mal)
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[Intro: Doodie Lo]
(AyoJarii, that shit go too crazy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
[Chorus: Doodie Lo]
Pull up on your block with a Drac' and 'bout a switch or two (Boom)
If we want you dead, we on your ass, bitch, we killin' you (Let's get it)
Give them killers twenty, they on your ass, they gon' sit on you
Clutchin' on your pipe like you a killer, who you finna shoot? (Huh? What?)
Drac' on me, ridin' with that bitch and I'ma blick it at your face, uh
You get caught in that jam, boy, your ass better not say nothin' (Shh)
Niggas, they be flexin', foenem strip 'em down and take something
Woofin' on the 'Gram, pussy nigga, come and shake something
[Verse 1: BIG30]
If we want you dead, we on your ass, that's something we finna do (We finna do)
My lil' nigga's still in school (He's still in school), got no problem with killin' you (Gon' finish you)
I'm still on that same shit, got rock, paper, that scissor, too (That cuttеr)
Cut your ass up with that micro Drac', quick to get rid of you (Brrr, brrr, brrr)
I been strapped since middlе school, I jumped off the porch with that Glock (That gun)
Off-White for my tennis shoes, big Cartier, skeleton watch (My arm)
Can't go for it, told you better not try and take something or ask to get shot (My son)
I just hit him with that sweet, no Tootsie, that Glock might be hot (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Big blrrrd (Blrrrd), gotta go stand my shit up on the pendant (My neck)
When you see that Hellcat in your city, know them killers in it
We just upped the score, go add one more (One more), ask the opp, "Who winnin'?" (They bitches)
They just went and got shirts, and made some posts, man, them niggas bitches
(AyoJarii, that shit go too crazy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
[Chorus: Doodie Lo]
Pull up on your block with a Drac' and 'bout a switch or two (Boom)
If we want you dead, we on your ass, bitch, we killin' you (Let's get it)
Give them killers twenty, they on your ass, they gon' sit on you
Clutchin' on your pipe like you a killer, who you finna shoot? (Huh? What?)
Drac' on me, ridin' with that bitch and I'ma blick it at your face, uh
You get caught in that jam, boy, your ass better not say nothin' (Shh)
Niggas, they be flexin', foenem strip 'em down and take something
Woofin' on the 'Gram, pussy nigga, come and shake something
[Verse 1: BIG30]
If we want you dead, we on your ass, that's something we finna do (We finna do)
My lil' nigga's still in school (He's still in school), got no problem with killin' you (Gon' finish you)
I'm still on that same shit, got rock, paper, that scissor, too (That cuttеr)
Cut your ass up with that micro Drac', quick to get rid of you (Brrr, brrr, brrr)
I been strapped since middlе school, I jumped off the porch with that Glock (That gun)
Off-White for my tennis shoes, big Cartier, skeleton watch (My arm)
Can't go for it, told you better not try and take something or ask to get shot (My son)
I just hit him with that sweet, no Tootsie, that Glock might be hot (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Big blrrrd (Blrrrd), gotta go stand my shit up on the pendant (My neck)
When you see that Hellcat in your city, know them killers in it
We just upped the score, go add one more (One more), ask the opp, "Who winnin'?" (They bitches)
They just went and got shirts, and made some posts, man, them niggas bitches
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