(Tay Keith, fuck these n***** up)
Yeah, Doe Beezy, Doe Beezy, Doe Beezy
Big Doe Beezy, excuse me
Fuck y’all talkin’ ’bout?
Hopped in the streets, jumped in headfirst (Jumped in headfirst)
We don’t shoot below the waist, bitch, we shoot head first (Brr)
I don’t have no money problems ’cause I put the bands first
Only problems that I got is who I want dead first (Oh, really?)
Fuck a COVID-19 (Fuck a COVID-19), I’m still outside with a Glock .19
I got cake all in my pockets, neck full of ice cream
All your homies dyin’, n****, you ain’t on the right team
You ain’t with the gang, you on the wrong side, bitch
Kick your door and leave your baby mama hog-tied, bitch
You can’t call I a bitch, you can’t call I a snitch
You can’t call I a broke boy, can’t even call my check
You don’t really rock designer, what you know ’bout them kicks?
See my gang up in the party, snuck them poses in the brr-brr
Said he with the shits, but I don’t know about his clique
Saw an opp in traffic, then I dove out that whip
Million dollars later, I’m still posted up on Knowles
Heard he scraped the bowls, scraped his face with this pole
Get a n**** murdered, then hop right back on the roll
Pussy ain’t gon’ catch a body, probably won’t even catch a cold
Ain’t gon’ put his hands on my, why he lyin’, sayin’ that?
Only time I be knocked out is in the backseat of a Maybach
Keep your barber drinkin’, son, rock your ass to sleep, we gon’ come through when you don’t think we comin’
Leave that n**** slumped over ’cause he think he tough as fuck
We hop out, we runnin’ up, shots to the neck, he drunk as fuck (Oh, really?)
I been poppin’ pill, gon’ make me pick back up the double cup
I thought they was gon’ come up the store we had to double up
Posted in the hood with that iron (With that on)
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