[Intro]
Doe Beezy
Doe Beezy (oh shit)
Fuckin' burnt, just go crazy then
Run Forrest, run Forrest, run, yeah (let's go, hold on, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Went from mini vans, now it's Lamb' trucks (skrrt)
A pistol makes a pussy put his hands up (boom, boom, boom)
We drop bodies and run bands up, the opps can't stand us
I left to the bank so much might need to go do stand up
Hahaha, these nigga's comedy, they say they robbin' me
Rich as fuck still go to the hood and post up where the drama be
And when I leave the hood, I pull up where your baby mama be
Come here, baby (come here, baby) (muah)
Let's go (come hеre, baby)
Put that shit on, spent five racks just on fashion
Broski twеak out in the club, he spent like twenty racks on dances
Diamonds dancin' they look so romantic, look how they be flashin'
Fuck your diss I ain't with that rappin'
I'll up this blick and make you choke like you be rabid (oh, really)
Uh, million dollars later, bitch, I'm havin'
Play with me you open them doors, bitch, this blick gon' close your casket
I ain't with that lackin' Big Doe Beezy need that ratchet
They don't want no beef, these niggas sweet like Easter baskets
Opps ain't puttin' no points up on the board, they need a basket
Hit the club, section full of shooters and some bad shit (come here, baby)
Make him run that light, I'll catch his pussy ass in traffic
(Put your bitch ass up, you still gonna die when we catch you) oh, really
Doe Beezy
Doe Beezy (oh shit)
Fuckin' burnt, just go crazy then
Run Forrest, run Forrest, run, yeah (let's go, hold on, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Went from mini vans, now it's Lamb' trucks (skrrt)
A pistol makes a pussy put his hands up (boom, boom, boom)
We drop bodies and run bands up, the opps can't stand us
I left to the bank so much might need to go do stand up
Hahaha, these nigga's comedy, they say they robbin' me
Rich as fuck still go to the hood and post up where the drama be
And when I leave the hood, I pull up where your baby mama be
Come here, baby (come here, baby) (muah)
Let's go (come hеre, baby)
Put that shit on, spent five racks just on fashion
Broski twеak out in the club, he spent like twenty racks on dances
Diamonds dancin' they look so romantic, look how they be flashin'
Fuck your diss I ain't with that rappin'
I'll up this blick and make you choke like you be rabid (oh, really)
Uh, million dollars later, bitch, I'm havin'
Play with me you open them doors, bitch, this blick gon' close your casket
I ain't with that lackin' Big Doe Beezy need that ratchet
They don't want no beef, these niggas sweet like Easter baskets
Opps ain't puttin' no points up on the board, they need a basket
Hit the club, section full of shooters and some bad shit (come here, baby)
Make him run that light, I'll catch his pussy ass in traffic
(Put your bitch ass up, you still gonna die when we catch you) oh, really
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