[Chorus]
~#**************#~
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 aint gotta shoot at you no more, I pay for beef, gang
~#**************#~
[Verse]
~#**************#~
Trapping down your block, the youngins come through with them cutters (Brr, brr)
~#**************#~
Rubber band, Murder Gang, young ignant 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, Im the same Doe Beezy from back then (Doe Beezy)
~#**************#~
I was like nine years old, wanted a MAC-10
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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 Im out here shining (Yeah)
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Only thing thats on my neck is Eliantte diamonds (Damn)
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RBMG be mobbing, (Gang, gang, gang, gang) I cant stop them boys from robbing (No, no)
~#**************#~
Yo business, better mind it ‘fore them boys shoot where your mind is
~#**************#~
Wipe a nigga nose, he think hes slatt, slow 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, Im flexing now
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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 cant ride in traffic with no nigga that aint bout it (Nope, nope)
~#**************#~
Shot him in his face, surprised they knew him when they found him
~#**************#~
Play with big Doe Bizzy, Ima X em out like Malcolm
~#**************#~
If you aint tryna spend, run around, you cant be round them (Them niggas, boom)
~#**************#~
Bodies adding, subtracting, multiplying, might surround them
~#**************#~
Yeah, they ass be slime but they dont score, you better not count them (Brr-brr, brr)
~#**************#~
We up but I forget who just died, we aint even count him (Hahaha)
~#**************#~
Yeah, Lil Beezys chilling cause his eyes chilling, better not doubt him
~#**************#~
You know them guys gon blast on me, you play me, its a tragedy (Gang, its a tragedy)
~#**************#~
Let me out early, I know Justin and Berg mad at me (Haha)
~#**************#~
She made a mistake, Im out here tweaking, who wan battle me? (Gang, gang)
~#**************#~
Naw, I aint talking bout no rapping, Im speaking actually (Oh, really)
~#**************#~
And everything I really be talking, it be factually (It be factually)
~#**************#~
Shopped with the plug and he know better, dont put no tax on me (Dont put no tax on me, bitch)
~#**************#~
Im 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 opps mamas 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 dont want no check
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He just want some respect (Brr, brr, brr)
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Wake up, bodies getting catched, tryna found out who next (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
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Say its off, its a bet (Oh, really)
~#**************#~
[Chorus]
~#**************#~
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 aint gotta shoot at you no more, I pay for beef (For beef), gang
