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Doe Boy & Southside
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They be talking gangster shit but we know they sweet (pussy)
We gon' spin the fucking block seven days a week, ayy (brr)
They just do this shit for play-play, we play for keeps, ayy (boom)
I ain't gotta shoot at you no more, I pay for beef, gang
Trapping down your block
The youngins come through with them cutters (brr, brr)
Rubber band, Murder Gang, young ign'ant motherfuckers (hey, hey)
They be doing all the sneak dissing, never touch us (boo)
They know been I spin around this way
They got us fucked up (oh, really)
Got me fucked up, I'm the same Doe Beezy from back then (Doe Beezy)
I was like nine years old, wanted a MAC-10
Real man, we smashing, me and Blaze the blast twins (gang)
Take the plug out soon as we hear it pack in
Said they heard my name, these niggas mad I'm out here shining (yeah)
Only thing that's on my neck is Eliantte diamonds (damn)
RBMG be mobbing (gang, gang, gang)
I can't stop them boys from robbing (oh, no)
Yo' business, better mind it 'fore them boys shoot where your mind is
Wipe a nigga nose, he think he's slatt
Show him where slime is (slatt, slatt)
Opps be on the track, say this and that, tell 'em what mine did
Bodies dropping (Back to back to back)
You know what time it is (brr, brr)
Catch somebody in Cleveland
I might post up at Lebron crib (Lebron crib)
Or I might go to Odell Beckham house, ooh, I'm flexing now
That bitch who love a group, she just happy we be texting now (boom)
Them boys in the hood, Murderland, we bring them stretchers out
He said, "Doe, let me out", you know I let him out (skrrt)
'Cause I can't ride in traffic
With no nigga that ain't 'bout it (nope, nope)
Shot him in his face, surprised they knew him when they found him
Play with big Doe Bizzy, I'ma X 'em out like Malcolm
If you ain't tryna spend, run around
You can't be 'round them (them niggas, boom)
Bodies adding, subtracting, multiplying, might surround them
Yeah, they ass be slime but they don't score
You better not count them (brr-brr, brr)
We up but I forget who just died, we ain't even count him (hahaha)
Big Doe Beezy chilling 'cause his eyes be chilling
Better not doubt him
You know them guys gon' blast on me
You play me, it's a tragedy (gang, it's a tragedy)
Let me out early, I know Justin and Berg mad at me (haha)
She made a mistake, I'm out here tweaking
Who wan' battle me? (gang, gang)
Naw, I ain't talking 'bout no rapping
I'm speaking actually (oh, really)
And everything I really be talking, it be factually (it be factually)
Shopped with the plug and he know better
Don't put no tax on me (don't put no tax on me, bitch)
I'm drunk as fuck, booling with a couple racks on me (Freebandz)
All black Hellcat, Doja Cat mad at me (boom)
War time, nigga, bring them choppas out (brr, brr)
Tryna invest in real estate and bought my opp's mama's house (ah)
We gon' pull up with AKs, you better move your mama out
Your bitch a groupie
You should log in to her page and sign her out (oh, really)
Got a young nigga with a fucking TEC, he don't want no check
He just want some respect (brr, brr, brr)
Wake up, bodies getting catched
Tryna found out who next (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Say it's off, it's a bet (oh, really)
They be talking gangster shit but we know they sweet (pussy)
We gon' spin the fucking block seven days a week, ayy (brr)
They just do this shit for play-play, we play for keeps, ayy (boom)
I ain't gotta shoot at you no more, I pay for beef, gang (for beef)