[Intro: Doe Boy]
(Ayy man, Cray just hit my line, told me niggas talkin' 'bout he got a dub on his head, man, nigga) Oh, really
And I got my mask on while I'm rappin', nigga, I'm on that bullshit, nigga, the fuck is you talkin' 'bout, big Doe Beezy (The fuck is a dub, nigga, what you gon' do with that? Haha)
Top shotta, don dada niggas (Rubberband murder gang, rubberband money gang, nigga)
Put some gas on these niggas hoes
[Chorus: Doe Boy]
Amiri head to toe, all these bad bitches diggin' it (Let's go)
Ridin' with a .50, she gon' fuck on this Givenchy (Fuck on that Givenchy)
Lambo' truck with my shooters (Skrrt) with some switches in it (Lambo', Lambo')
Hop up out that bitch, walk you down, then get missin' in it (Boom, boom, boom, boom, he's in there)
He's outta here, now, I'm outta here, uh (I'm outta here, I'm gone, I'm gonе)
Shoot up the party if we catch the opps in hеre (Fuck, they outta here, they gone)
You see me in traffic, better know them Glocks in here (They gone)
On they life, they fifty racks but it's a thousand shots in here (Oh, really?)
[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
Hold on, hey (Hello, hello)
That's me wavin' at my opps (Hello)
I got mans on they block, bitch, I come through wavin' Glocks (How y'all been?)
I got mad, look in his eye before I hit him with the chop' (Boom, boom, boom)
Don't cop from bro, he savage, shake your hand, then hit you with the wop (Oh, really? Fetti, fetti)
Fifty racks on me (Racks, racks), got a opp thot with me (Let's go)
Dare her get a drop up, that hoe gettin' dropped with me (Bah, grr, I dare you)
All these shots with me, damn, the shit feel like infinity (I dare you)
Bought that bitch a foreign, bitch, hop out that Infiniti (Cm'here baby)
In the hood, drop top, bitch, I feel like Kennedy
I ain't never worried, bitch, I'm richer than my enemies
He in the grave, they know who dug that
Let me shut up, gotta hold my tongue back
Pistol get to wylin', tweakin', need to hold my gun back
I'm big homie, I ain't worried 'bout no lil' bitty rugrat
I fuck with the scammers, bro can't wait to punch that
And I fuck with the robbers, trappers and killers pushin' skulls back
(Ayy man, Cray just hit my line, told me niggas talkin' 'bout he got a dub on his head, man, nigga) Oh, really
And I got my mask on while I'm rappin', nigga, I'm on that bullshit, nigga, the fuck is you talkin' 'bout, big Doe Beezy (The fuck is a dub, nigga, what you gon' do with that? Haha)
Top shotta, don dada niggas (Rubberband murder gang, rubberband money gang, nigga)
Put some gas on these niggas hoes
[Chorus: Doe Boy]
Amiri head to toe, all these bad bitches diggin' it (Let's go)
Ridin' with a .50, she gon' fuck on this Givenchy (Fuck on that Givenchy)
Lambo' truck with my shooters (Skrrt) with some switches in it (Lambo', Lambo')
Hop up out that bitch, walk you down, then get missin' in it (Boom, boom, boom, boom, he's in there)
He's outta here, now, I'm outta here, uh (I'm outta here, I'm gone, I'm gonе)
Shoot up the party if we catch the opps in hеre (Fuck, they outta here, they gone)
You see me in traffic, better know them Glocks in here (They gone)
On they life, they fifty racks but it's a thousand shots in here (Oh, really?)
[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
Hold on, hey (Hello, hello)
That's me wavin' at my opps (Hello)
I got mans on they block, bitch, I come through wavin' Glocks (How y'all been?)
I got mad, look in his eye before I hit him with the chop' (Boom, boom, boom)
Don't cop from bro, he savage, shake your hand, then hit you with the wop (Oh, really? Fetti, fetti)
Fifty racks on me (Racks, racks), got a opp thot with me (Let's go)
Dare her get a drop up, that hoe gettin' dropped with me (Bah, grr, I dare you)
All these shots with me, damn, the shit feel like infinity (I dare you)
Bought that bitch a foreign, bitch, hop out that Infiniti (Cm'here baby)
In the hood, drop top, bitch, I feel like Kennedy
I ain't never worried, bitch, I'm richer than my enemies
He in the grave, they know who dug that
Let me shut up, gotta hold my tongue back
Pistol get to wylin', tweakin', need to hold my gun back
I'm big homie, I ain't worried 'bout no lil' bitty rugrat
I fuck with the scammers, bro can't wait to punch that
And I fuck with the robbers, trappers and killers pushin' skulls back
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