EOS Pt. 2 Dougie B (Ft. Set Da Trend & Yagi B)
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[Intro: Dougie B]
I'm high, I'm still drunk from last night, face
(Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
(Who bigger than me? No-nobody bigger than me)
(Bigger than-)
[Chorus: Dougie B & Yagi B]
Structure my back, bitch I feel like a general
Yagi wit' me, tryna see how the 'Retta boom
Nigga be talkin that shit that they never do
This shit is nasty, these niggas sound federal
They tryna tell me to switch it up
But I'm still on some murder shit, never gon' give it up
Mention my dead's, it's forever stuck
Bro in the Duu, actin' bad, ain't no lettin' up
And he said "Dougie B an imposter" (Grrah, grrah)
And now look at him, off of the roster (Rock-a-bye, baby)
EOS, bitch, what's a goon to a goblin?
Me and my niggas, we smokin' the Oscar
Like no Grammy, the one with the grabba
Yellow and Beans, we don't smoke em', we pop em'
[Verse 1: Yagi B]
Postin' up, lurkin', creepin', searchin', but I still can't find ‘em
These nigga's really be hiding, why they keep rapping and dying?
Flocking for Notti, but nobody sliding
Friday night, off the yerky in dead mode
He just rappin', he don't really mean it
That's a O in the spot, he not leavin'
Ain't no gun my body, I'll beat ‘em
Ain't see it comin', I'm feeling like Cena
6 Block lit, that's my arena
E Wit' The Dot in the air, I'mma steam 'em
Like, this nigga really a dreamer, and y'all nigga's really believe em'
Like, Yus got hit wit' the heater, bullets kickin' his chest like FIFA
I'm high, I'm still drunk from last night, face
(Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
(Who bigger than me? No-nobody bigger than me)
(Bigger than-)
[Chorus: Dougie B & Yagi B]
Structure my back, bitch I feel like a general
Yagi wit' me, tryna see how the 'Retta boom
Nigga be talkin that shit that they never do
This shit is nasty, these niggas sound federal
They tryna tell me to switch it up
But I'm still on some murder shit, never gon' give it up
Mention my dead's, it's forever stuck
Bro in the Duu, actin' bad, ain't no lettin' up
And he said "Dougie B an imposter" (Grrah, grrah)
And now look at him, off of the roster (Rock-a-bye, baby)
EOS, bitch, what's a goon to a goblin?
Me and my niggas, we smokin' the Oscar
Like no Grammy, the one with the grabba
Yellow and Beans, we don't smoke em', we pop em'
[Verse 1: Yagi B]
Postin' up, lurkin', creepin', searchin', but I still can't find ‘em
These nigga's really be hiding, why they keep rapping and dying?
Flocking for Notti, but nobody sliding
Friday night, off the yerky in dead mode
He just rappin', he don't really mean it
That's a O in the spot, he not leavin'
Ain't no gun my body, I'll beat ‘em
Ain't see it comin', I'm feeling like Cena
6 Block lit, that's my arena
E Wit' The Dot in the air, I'mma steam 'em
Like, this nigga really a dreamer, and y'all nigga's really believe em'
Like, Yus got hit wit' the heater, bullets kickin' his chest like FIFA
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