[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly & Doe Boy]
Alright, we're live from the homies backyard
And today we got Doe Beezy stepping in the cypher
Oh, really?
Yeah, oh, really?
Big Doe Beezy, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Muhfuckin' king of Cleveland speakin', you hear me? (Yeah)
Real band money gang, real band murder gang, man
Topshot or Don Dotta, first 48 gang, man
Step on everything, hold on
[Verse 1: Doe Boy & Machine Gun Kelly]
All this water on my wrist
You try this shit you gon' get drenched
Barely shoot 'cause I got rich but still drop thirty off the bench
Should've upped that bitch quick, but he was too latе
Forty hittin' that bitch like Creshawn and Bluefacе, uh
You ain't wit' the shits then you can't spinwith us
You ain't murder gang, can't name no gangsta shit you did with us (Haha), uh
Nigga better duck, he see me lift it up
He tried to score on me like DraftKings I blew his ticket up
Used to be a problem, they had me banned at Rolling Loud
Reaching for my chain, I up this bitch, blow in the crowd (Haha)
Run your chicken up, boy, all that broke shit outta style
Big steppa, two feet in, don't get out of bounds
Tried my white boy and he got whacked
Dragged him out the club like I'm security, damn, I forgot I rap (Damn)
Ask 'em, I be front line, Beezy don't sit in the back, grr
Put you on a shirt for cheap, it look like TJ Maxx
MGK my nigga, never met Cudi
Ain't saying he ain't from Cleveland, I just never met buddy (Haha)
Demon not a preacher, I can't go like Corey Bapes
A nigga play then, I'ma go out like Q Money
Glizzy on my hip, I up the switch, I ain't gon' miss
I don't miss when I'm on hits and I damn sure don't miss a bitch
We on your strip, uh
Bitch, I bet your set dip, I send that blitz
Thought I was recording 'em on my Story
He saw that flashlight on that blick, oh, really?
Alright, we're live from the homies backyard
And today we got Doe Beezy stepping in the cypher
Oh, really?
Yeah, oh, really?
Big Doe Beezy, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Muhfuckin' king of Cleveland speakin', you hear me? (Yeah)
Real band money gang, real band murder gang, man
Topshot or Don Dotta, first 48 gang, man
Step on everything, hold on
[Verse 1: Doe Boy & Machine Gun Kelly]
All this water on my wrist
You try this shit you gon' get drenched
Barely shoot 'cause I got rich but still drop thirty off the bench
Should've upped that bitch quick, but he was too latе
Forty hittin' that bitch like Creshawn and Bluefacе, uh
You ain't wit' the shits then you can't spinwith us
You ain't murder gang, can't name no gangsta shit you did with us (Haha), uh
Nigga better duck, he see me lift it up
He tried to score on me like DraftKings I blew his ticket up
Used to be a problem, they had me banned at Rolling Loud
Reaching for my chain, I up this bitch, blow in the crowd (Haha)
Run your chicken up, boy, all that broke shit outta style
Big steppa, two feet in, don't get out of bounds
Tried my white boy and he got whacked
Dragged him out the club like I'm security, damn, I forgot I rap (Damn)
Ask 'em, I be front line, Beezy don't sit in the back, grr
Put you on a shirt for cheap, it look like TJ Maxx
MGK my nigga, never met Cudi
Ain't saying he ain't from Cleveland, I just never met buddy (Haha)
Demon not a preacher, I can't go like Corey Bapes
A nigga play then, I'ma go out like Q Money
Glizzy on my hip, I up the switch, I ain't gon' miss
I don't miss when I'm on hits and I damn sure don't miss a bitch
We on your strip, uh
Bitch, I bet your set dip, I send that blitz
Thought I was recording 'em on my Story
He saw that flashlight on that blick, oh, really?
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