ONNA HOOD Doe Boy (Ft. Babyface Ray)
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[Intro: Doe Boy & Babyface Ray]
How you do them?
Doe Beezy
Nigga, pay me though
Oh, I thought I heard a fake rapper sayin' some
Hood nigga, make the track hawk like a Lamb truck
Gang
[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
Nigga, say he want the smoke until you really bring the drama
I walk in, you see that .40, now I don't mean Balenciaga's
I ain't tryna be your friend, I'm tryna fuck your baby mama (Who?)
I rolled in like 50 Bentleys, but I shot like 50 Hondas (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Used to be the plug 'til I took 'em down
I don't give a fuck, I'ma buss if I pull it out (Boom, boom)
Pussy better run, you see us with the hoodies out
Ice was 'posed to make me cooler now, pop a pill, fuck it, Im booted now
Nigga play, I let it go, never snitch you better know
Ain't it crazy how my money talk? But it never folds (It crazy)
Sniper peekin' through the scope, fuck it, go run through the door
I got all this Gucci, think my closet smokin' Pookie Lo (Oh, really?)
You ain't got your own go, pussy boy, who tool is that?
Ran up in your trap and took your shit and you was cool with that (Pussy)
I really think I'm trippin' still ain't see me at the foo yet (Foo)
Young nigga, I was stealin' all my teachers school desk (Doe Beezy)
My young nigga never lacked the glizzy in his school desk
I be geeked up, but never be a teacher school pet (Woo)
Dior on my body, I put ice all on the crew neck
They said they was fuckin' with the gang, shoo, who crew is that?(Oh really?)
How you do them?
Doe Beezy
Nigga, pay me though
Oh, I thought I heard a fake rapper sayin' some
Hood nigga, make the track hawk like a Lamb truck
Gang
[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
Nigga, say he want the smoke until you really bring the drama
I walk in, you see that .40, now I don't mean Balenciaga's
I ain't tryna be your friend, I'm tryna fuck your baby mama (Who?)
I rolled in like 50 Bentleys, but I shot like 50 Hondas (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Used to be the plug 'til I took 'em down
I don't give a fuck, I'ma buss if I pull it out (Boom, boom)
Pussy better run, you see us with the hoodies out
Ice was 'posed to make me cooler now, pop a pill, fuck it, Im booted now
Nigga play, I let it go, never snitch you better know
Ain't it crazy how my money talk? But it never folds (It crazy)
Sniper peekin' through the scope, fuck it, go run through the door
I got all this Gucci, think my closet smokin' Pookie Lo (Oh, really?)
You ain't got your own go, pussy boy, who tool is that?
Ran up in your trap and took your shit and you was cool with that (Pussy)
I really think I'm trippin' still ain't see me at the foo yet (Foo)
Young nigga, I was stealin' all my teachers school desk (Doe Beezy)
My young nigga never lacked the glizzy in his school desk
I be geeked up, but never be a teacher school pet (Woo)
Dior on my body, I put ice all on the crew neck
They said they was fuckin' with the gang, shoo, who crew is that?(Oh really?)
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