[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Doe Boy]
That nigga said fuck me, his bitch like me and he broker than me
Doe Beezy, Doe Beezy
Oh, really?
Sip (Sip)
Yeah (What? What?)
Clean (What?)
Gang (Gang, what? What?)
Gang (What?)
Let's go, let's go
[Chorus: Doe Boy & Lil Uzi Vert]
Pills turned a nigga to a junkie (Ayy, Southside, ayy, Southside, junkie)
Came out the mud, sip muddy (Ayy, Southside, ayy, Southside, muddy)
Geekin', ho, peon be thinkin' I'm lackin', he play with this shit, get bloody (Let's go, brrt)
I tweak out with this thirty (Thirty)
Hit the mall, blow a whole thirty (Let's go)
My youngin, he really a savage (Okay), he caught him a body and thought it was funny (Ha)
Pussy-ass boy said fuck me, really just mad 'cause his bitch wanna fuck me (That's crazy, fool)
Young nigga flexin', I play with a check, ain't no bitch that can say that she dumpеd me (I'm cuttin' a, cuttin' a check)
God in the hood, I run it (I run it)
Namе it, I done it (I done it, yeah)
Lil' nigga ain't know nothin' (No, no)
His bitch only thing 'round him bussin' (Oh, really?)
[Verse 1: Doe Boy & Lil Uzi Vert]
Went to his mama house, shot up her crib, said we went too far (Said we went too far, brrt, brrt)
Can't catch me in traffic, 160 the dash, can't hit this car (Skrrt, skrrt)
He think she faithful, she meet a rich nigga, his bitch get bought (Mwah)
Same nigga I used to smack up, bitch, when you get this hard? (That's crazy, pussy)
Trauma teach these lil' niggas they better not play with the bird (Uh-uh, Freebandz)
I got this fifty, get murdered, can't go out like Ja Rule on earth (Don't do that, Doe Beezy)
He tried to jump in the streets and his brains got left on the curb (Bitch-ass nigga)
Geekin' off pills, I wanna shoot everything that get on my nerves (Brrt, brrt, think I'm playin'?)
Friday, ride through they hood on a bike, might kick they trash (Might kick they trash)
But I'm Doe Beezy, I ain't lil' Chris, ain't a nigga gon' whip my ass (What? What? Fool), you dig?
Lambo' too fast, better get out the way when I'm backin' out (Skrrt, woo, yoom, shit)
Go get a shooter, we shoot up the nigga he braggin' 'bout (Brrt, brrt, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
I call his bitch and I'm smashin', she know a young nigga havin' (Young nigga havin', Freebandz)
He come 'round here actin', castin', he gon' end up in a casket (Grrt, grrt, doo, doo, doo)
I'll have my shooter pull up, hit his basket (Swish)
Said he want drama, my niggas dramatic (Let's go)
RBMG, murder fanatic (Gang)
These niggas bitches, belong in a pageant (Pussy)
I can't fuck with him, he ratted (No, no)
Fuck wit' 'em, we make you get him tatted (Let's go)
Your favorite rapper, he a pussy, I bet he gon' panic, I reach for his Patek (Nah, for real)
Heard he was ballin', so I sent a hitter, my youngin came through and he batted (Brrt, brrt)
Rollie don't tick-tock, but reach for this bitch, watch, this bitch gon' start dancin'
That nigga said fuck me, his bitch like me and he broker than me
Doe Beezy, Doe Beezy
Oh, really?
Sip (Sip)
Yeah (What? What?)
Clean (What?)
Gang (Gang, what? What?)
Gang (What?)
Let's go, let's go
[Chorus: Doe Boy & Lil Uzi Vert]
Pills turned a nigga to a junkie (Ayy, Southside, ayy, Southside, junkie)
Came out the mud, sip muddy (Ayy, Southside, ayy, Southside, muddy)
Geekin', ho, peon be thinkin' I'm lackin', he play with this shit, get bloody (Let's go, brrt)
I tweak out with this thirty (Thirty)
Hit the mall, blow a whole thirty (Let's go)
My youngin, he really a savage (Okay), he caught him a body and thought it was funny (Ha)
Pussy-ass boy said fuck me, really just mad 'cause his bitch wanna fuck me (That's crazy, fool)
Young nigga flexin', I play with a check, ain't no bitch that can say that she dumpеd me (I'm cuttin' a, cuttin' a check)
God in the hood, I run it (I run it)
Namе it, I done it (I done it, yeah)
Lil' nigga ain't know nothin' (No, no)
His bitch only thing 'round him bussin' (Oh, really?)
[Verse 1: Doe Boy & Lil Uzi Vert]
Went to his mama house, shot up her crib, said we went too far (Said we went too far, brrt, brrt)
Can't catch me in traffic, 160 the dash, can't hit this car (Skrrt, skrrt)
He think she faithful, she meet a rich nigga, his bitch get bought (Mwah)
Same nigga I used to smack up, bitch, when you get this hard? (That's crazy, pussy)
Trauma teach these lil' niggas they better not play with the bird (Uh-uh, Freebandz)
I got this fifty, get murdered, can't go out like Ja Rule on earth (Don't do that, Doe Beezy)
He tried to jump in the streets and his brains got left on the curb (Bitch-ass nigga)
Geekin' off pills, I wanna shoot everything that get on my nerves (Brrt, brrt, think I'm playin'?)
Friday, ride through they hood on a bike, might kick they trash (Might kick they trash)
But I'm Doe Beezy, I ain't lil' Chris, ain't a nigga gon' whip my ass (What? What? Fool), you dig?
Lambo' too fast, better get out the way when I'm backin' out (Skrrt, woo, yoom, shit)
Go get a shooter, we shoot up the nigga he braggin' 'bout (Brrt, brrt, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
I call his bitch and I'm smashin', she know a young nigga havin' (Young nigga havin', Freebandz)
He come 'round here actin', castin', he gon' end up in a casket (Grrt, grrt, doo, doo, doo)
I'll have my shooter pull up, hit his basket (Swish)
Said he want drama, my niggas dramatic (Let's go)
RBMG, murder fanatic (Gang)
These niggas bitches, belong in a pageant (Pussy)
I can't fuck with him, he ratted (No, no)
Fuck wit' 'em, we make you get him tatted (Let's go)
Your favorite rapper, he a pussy, I bet he gon' panic, I reach for his Patek (Nah, for real)
Heard he was ballin', so I sent a hitter, my youngin came through and he batted (Brrt, brrt)
Rollie don't tick-tock, but reach for this bitch, watch, this bitch gon' start dancin'
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