Doe Boy – I A DO IT Lyrics

(1209)
Gang
Doe Beezy
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah, bah, (30 Roc on the beat, got a .30 on my seat)
Oh really

Beezy keep like thirty shots on him (Doe Beezy)
Gang run thirty deep with like thirty Glocks on ’em (Gang, gang)
Oh, don’t bring them red beams, got like thirty dots on ’em (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
If my n**** bitch up on me, shit, fuck it, I’d blow ’em (You think I’m playin’)
You think these n***** think we hoes? Shit, fuck it, I’ll show ’em (Fuck it)
Wanna die for clout? Shit, fuck it, I’ll post ’em
Gang thirty deep with like thirty Glocks on ’em
Really gangsta in these streets, n****, fuck it, I’ll blow ’em

Fuck it, I’ll do it
Fuck it, I’ll do it
Fuck it, I’ll do it, n****
Fuck it, I’ll do it (Bah, bah)
Fuck it, I’ll do it
Fuck it, I’ll do it
Fuck it, I’ll do it, n****
Fuck it, I’ll shoot

Brodie just dropped, heard gang got into it
They don’t want the clout, they claim they did not do it (Oh really?)
Them lil’ boys don’t want no war with us, they is not stupid (Stupid)
My shooters, mind my rapid friends, they is not groupies
I’m like who tryna die? I shoot everything in sight
All my n***** got them hands but they do everything but fight
If I pull it out, it’s over if you see me up the pipe
Bring my Glock to all my shows, then that bitch need a booking price (Oh really)
We gon’ run up in his trap to see what that bitch cookin’ like
Big Doe Beezy not no pussy, n**** never took his ice (Doe Beezy)
You don’t know what that shit feel like, ya never took a life
Pussy boy froze up on a mission, whacked ’em out then took his stripes (Get yo’ bitch ass up outta here)

Fuck it, I’ll do it (Bah)
Fuck it, I’ll do it (Bah)
Fuck it, I’ll do it, n**** (Bah)
Fuck it, I’ll do it (Bah, bah, bah)
Fuck it, I’ll do it (Bah)
Fuck it, I’ll do it (Bah)
Fuck it, I’ll do it, n**** (Bah)
Fuck it, I’ll shoot (Bah, bah, bah, bah)

I don’t need nan’ n****, I don’t need nan’ bitch
Know y’all do is post guns, but ain’t empty nan’ clips
Bird business, murder business, this that rubber band shit
Start shootin’, n**** ran, let his mans get hit
Go H.A.M. on ’em, Beezy, go H.A.M. on ’em (H.A.M. on ’em)
N**** claimin’ he be steppin’, watch how quick I stand on ’em
Price tag every shooter in a fuckin’ land runner
He gon’ kill ya, I don’t even know ’em, put a fuckin’ fan on ’em (Fool)

Fuck it, he’ll do it (Gang)
Fuck it, he’ll do it (Gang)
Fuck it, he’ll do it, n**** (Gang)
Fuck it, he’ll do it (Gang)
Fuck it, he’ll do it (Gang)
Fuck it, he’ll do it (Gang)
Fuck it, he’ll do it, n****
Fuck it, he’ll shoot (Oh really)


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