[Intro: Doe Boy]
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808mafia
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Big Doe Beezy, man (Oh, really?)
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Your favorite rapper scared of me, man, stop playin (Big Doe Beezy)
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Real gangsters fuck with me, I dont give a fuck who dont
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Play with me, I bet he wont, haha (Freeband Gang)
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Oh, really? (Top shotta, lets roll)
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[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
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Bitch, I rock Chanel but dont make me grab the Dickies (Drippy)
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Ohio nigga, for real, I rob rappers, go ask Trippie (No bap)
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I dont go nowhere without my Glizzy, go ask Drizzy (No bap)
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Hit every baddie in the city, but I slipped, aint smashed piggy (Haha)
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I hit, “Shh,” I aint gon lie, she let me fuck til I had millies (Bless)
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Glizzy got perfect attendance, this bitch comin in class with me (Rrah-baow)
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Grew up with no ho, used to could bag a Brittany (Simple)
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Fuck whatever ho, bitch, I could wake up, bag Iggy (Mwah, come here, baby, Azalea)
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I cant lie, I was in jail, she had me fantasizin (Fantasizin)
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Want your bitch, could have her and her friends flyin private (Flyin private)
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I aint boxin, diamonds hit, feel like a drop kick (Whats up?)
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Nigga, play that nine blick, it stop a lot of nonsense
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Rubberband Money Gang, bitch, that who I ride with (RMB)
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I got lit, named, “Shh,” my bitch, Ill fuck a dime bitch (Mwah, come here, baby)
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Im top shotta, don dada, bitch is just a sidekick (Haha)
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Im that nigga, make my main bitch choose my side bitch, uh
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Walk down gang, but we run down on em (Walk down on em)
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Think he can stand under the rain til it come down on him (Big walk down gang)
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Scared of my name til this day cause I dump rounds on em
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Wear Bottega every day, still gon stomp on em (Grrah, stepper)
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Let me in the game, now Im really a problem (Doe Beezy)
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Model throwin up my gang and she dont even get followed (Fool)
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I dont clout chase, I hit bitches with ten million followers (True story)
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And I did that before I had ten million dollars, ya dig? (Oh, really?)
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[Verse 2: DaBaby]
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Yeah, couldve fucked your favorite rapper, bitch, I let her slide (Lets go)
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Im the type to set it off right there, dont let it ride
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He gon pillow talk and say he play with me, he tellin lies
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Wink my eye at that lil bitch when she walk by, she mesmerized, yeah
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I had hoes treat me like the G.O.A.T. ‘fore I had the deal
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Got pulled over with all pounds when I signed to Interscope, but I had to peel
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I got three and half grams rolled up, but the shit that I smoke sittin behind my ear
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Im at the football game with the kids, you could play if you want, you gon die on the field
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Bitch, dread-head nigga think he Chief Keef, try and slide on me, he gon die on a drill (Uh)
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Nigga talkin bout robbin me, might as well get high and die on a pill
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And nigga, I aint comin off of shit, you gon learn you in here with a shark, Im ride til the wheels
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On some bad boy shit, Ill slide across the floor in the dark, I be firin with skills
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If I want the bitch, then you just lost her, boy, believe me, lets go
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Bitch say she wanna be Freeband gang, I tossed her to Doe Beezy
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Stop and get a corn beef sandwich with Frito Lays, with my Glock when Im in Cleveland
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‘Bout to take some brand new flowers to my daddy grave while Im rockin double Cs
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[Outro: Doe Boy & DaBaby]
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I tell her
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Bitch, I rock Chanel but dont make me grab the Dickies (Uh)
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But dont make me grab the Dickies (No bap)
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Bitch, I rock Chanel but dont make me grab the Dickies (No bap, uh)
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But dont make me grab the Dickies (Haha, oh, really?)
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Stunk bean, haha (Its gone)
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Partner, I know his ass did
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Ah, fuck, man, was ‘posed to put some gas in this, ah, yeah
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Niggas be doin ho ass shit (On God)
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Nigga Beezy be dumbass
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This nigga beamin, bruh
