[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Doe Boy]
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That nigga said fuck me, his bitch like me and he broker than me
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Doe Beezy, Doe Beezy
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Oh, really?
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Sip (Sip)
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Yeah (What? What?)
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Clean (What?)
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Gang (Gang, what? What?)
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Gang (What?)
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Lets go, lets go
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[Chorus: Doe Boy & Lil Uzi Vert]
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Pills turned a nigga to a junkie (Ayy, Southside, ayy, Southside, junkie)
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Came out the mud, sip muddy (Ayy, Southside, ayy, Southside, muddy)
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Geekin, ho, peon be thinkin Im lackin, he play with this shit, get bloody (Lets go, brrt)
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I tweak out with this thirty (Thirty)
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Hit the mall, blow a whole thirty (Lets go)
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My youngin, he really a savage (Okay), he caught him a body and thought it was funny (Ha)
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Pussy-ass boy said fuck me, really just mad cause his bitch wanna fuck me (Thats crazy, fool)
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Young nigga flexin, I play with a check, aint no bitch that can say that she dumpеd me (Im cuttin a, cuttin a check)
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God in the hood, I run it (I run it)
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Namе it, I done it (I done it, yeah)
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Lil nigga aint know nothin (No, no)
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His bitch only thing round him bussin (Oh, really?)
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[Verse 1: Doe Boy & Lil Uzi Vert]
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Went to his mama house, shot up her crib, said we went too far (Said we went too far, brrt, brrt)
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Cant catch me in traffic, 160 the dash, cant hit this car (Skrrt, skrrt)
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He think she faithful, she meet a rich nigga, his bitch get bought (Mwah)
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Same nigga I used to smack up, bitch, when you get this hard? (Thats crazy, pussy)
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Trauma teach these lil niggas they better not play with the bird (Uh-uh, Freebandz)
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I got this fifty, get murdered, cant go out like Ja Rule on earth (Dont do that, Doe Beezy)
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He tried to jump in the streets and his brains got left on the curb (Bitch-ass nigga)
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Geekin off pills, I wanna shoot everything that get on my nerves (Brrt, brrt, think Im playin?)
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Friday, ride through they hood on a bike, might kick they trash (Might kick they trash)
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But Im Doe Beezy, I aint lil Chris, aint a nigga gon whip my ass (What? What? Fool), you dig?
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Lambo too fast, better get out the way when Im backin out (Skrrt, woo, yoom, shit)
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Go get a shooter, we shoot up the nigga he braggin bout (Brrt, brrt, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
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I call his bitch and Im smashin, she know a young nigga havin (Young nigga havin, Freebandz)
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He come round here actin, castin, he gon end up in a casket (Grrt, grrt, doo, doo, doo)
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Ill have my shooter pull up, hit his basket (Swish)
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Said he want drama, my niggas dramatic (Lets go)
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RBMG, murder fanatic (Gang)
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These niggas bitches, belong in a pageant (Pussy)
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I cant fuck with him, he ratted (No, no)
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Fuck wit em, we make you get him tatted (Lets go)
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Your favorite rapper, he a pussy, I bet he gon panic, I reach for his Patek (Nah, for real)
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Heard he was ballin, so I sent a hitter, my youngin came through and he batted (Brrt, brrt)
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Rollie dont tick-tock, but reach for this bitch, watch, this bitch gon start dancin
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[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
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Yeah, man, that bitch aint nothin, I aint even really want her touch, yeah (Oh, really?)
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Put together all my rhymes, but Im far from a buster
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Make your bitch wait in line (Line, line), niggas gotta catch up just like mustard (Ayy)
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Every girl with me probably done sucked somethin
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She said, “You got on too much money” (Ayy)
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She know my bitch gave her hush money (Ayy, shh)
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I buy Louis V like hush puppies (Ayy, yeah)
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I dont gotta eat, got drug stomach (Yeah)
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Take a G6, I feel like I got vomit (Ugh, yeah)
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Gettin money, I swear that I got hot (What?)
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I remember, used to sleep on the cot (Yeah, huh?)
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Drug lord, yeah, my neck, it got rocks (Rocks)
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I love whores, but she love all the guap (Uh)
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Now she in my tracts while suckin up cock (Ugh)
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Baby diamonds lay on my Gucci socks (Yeah)
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Stay with beams on the bottom of my Glock (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
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Pull out fifty-seven, I just opened the lock (Yeah)
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Man, I knew I had it because I got a lot
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So many cars, I need to go buy a lot
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Bitch, Im hot like a Cheeto, black like Don Cheadle (Oh)
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Oh, thats your baby? Put her in fetal (Uh)
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Eternal Atake, open her keyhole (Yeah)
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Got a D-Eagle, clip on it see through (Oh)
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I got the Draco, dont think you heard me (Yeah)
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I make it fly just like a birdie (Brr)
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Niggas, they fake like a Perc 30 (Yeah)
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Put holes in his shirt, just like a jersey (Brr)
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Niggas, they think that we cool (Yeah)
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Like Black Eyed Peas, I will fuck on your bitch just like she Fergie (Yeah)
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Did it on purpose, Birkin, I purse it (Yeah)
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In front of the opps, act like a virgin (Ayy)
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When that shit come, took all this purging (Ayy)
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The killers fuck with me, they gon reimburse me (Ayy)
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Marni on Marni, bitch, I can get nerdy (Ayy)
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Pink diamonds on me, they look just like Kirby (Ayy)
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She arch from the back, man, that bitch keep it sturdy (Ayy)
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Drive around NYC like Im not dirty (Oh, really? Ayy)
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[Chorus: Doe Boy & Lil Uzi Vert]
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Pills turned a nigga to a junkie (Ayy, junkie, skrrt)
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Came out the mud, sip muddy (Ayy, the muddy, Doe Beezy)
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Geekin, ho, peon be thinkin Im lackin (Ayy), he play with this shit, get bloody (Doe Beezy, pussy)
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I tweak out with this thirty (Thirty)
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Hit the mall, blow a whole thirty (Lets go)
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My youngin, he really a savage, he caught him a body and thought it was funny (Caught him, caught him a body)
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Pussy-ass boy said fuck me, really just mad cause his bitch wanna fuck me (Fool)
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Young nigga flexin, I play with a check, aint no bitch that can say that she dumped me (Fool)
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God in the hood, I run it (I run it)
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Name it, I done it (I done it, yeah)
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Lil nigga aint know nothin (No)
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His bitch only thing round him bussin (Little-ass nigga, scary-ass nigga, oh, really?)
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[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
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Yeah, yeah, this lil bitch, she bussin (Oh, really?)
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Yeah, then we shot at that nigga cousin
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Oh, really? (Yeah)
