[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
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Rapper baby mama at the spot gettin her back broke (Uh)
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All these pills I pop, what the fuck Im gon relax for? (Uh)
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Niggas be like, “Doe a bitch, but he got them racks, though”
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All that sneak dissin, thats what fuck niggas get slapped for
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Used to slide in minivans, now its Bentley coupes (Skrrt)
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Never had shit, now these bitches choosin cause I got some Jimmy Choos (Mwah)
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Boy, you better not start with my gang, they gon finish you (Gang, gang)
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Just had a talk with God, told him, “Forgive me when I spin on dude” (Boom, boom)
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Perkies got me tweakin, nigga, I aint in the mood (Tweak, tweak, tweak)
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I cant dance, but my pistol can, I aint got no groove (Oh, really?)
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Up a hundred in her face, damn, these bitches think Im rude (Uh, uh, yeah)
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Ima rob him if he lackin, hope that boy dont think Im cool (Fool)
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They just let out Baby Shaq, he put a nigga on the news (Boom, boom)
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Had Helmut Lang, slide on a rapper, knock him out his Louis shoes
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If yall pull up a hundred deep, then you gon leave with zero goons (Yeah)
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You aint never struck the plug, you probably bust bout zero moves (Lets go)
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Ayy, all the slimes with me, they totin on big fifties
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Three niggas with bodies inside this Benz with me (Skrrt)
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Im shootin when you see me, you best believe me (Boom, boom)
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Its hard to love a bitch, but this killing, that shit easy (Fool)
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Youngin with an attitude, chopper twirl, its easy
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Streets was screaming free me, pussies hope they keep me (Pussy)
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Dig your partner up, nigga, bet he cant say shit (Ha)
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From East Cleveland, but I got some killers in Zone 6 (Freebandz gang)
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Move these niggas out the way (Yeah), all these pussy niggas fake (Yeah)
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Almost gave up on the BAPE, but I just got a pack from Drake (Thats crazy)
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Better watch the way you talk ‘fore I start blastin in your face (Grrt)
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Aint with the shits, boy, you a bitch, go put some lashes on your face, yeah (Fool)
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Run up in your home, if I want it, then its gone (Lets go)
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Dont wrestle, up the Glock, Im not The Rock, these diamonds stone cold (Woo, woo)
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I just fuck em, I dont cuddle, I aint laying with no hoes
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Put this pistol on your forehead, then I bang it on your dome (Like my bitch)
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[Chorus: Doe Boy]
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Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (Get in there), uh
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Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (Get, get in there)
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Never been a ho, never been a scared nigga (Doe Beezy)
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If I want him dead, shooters get in there, nigga (Boom, boom)
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Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (Get in there)
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Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (Get in, get in there)
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Never back down, now I get in there, nigga (Doe Beezy)
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Killers in that minivan, you aint with it, better not get in there, nigga
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[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
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Sit in there, bitch, I been in there
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Doggy need some money on his books, I might put ten in there
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Glizzy in the backpack, pop that F&N in there, bitch, quit playin
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Im really movin them stamps, I never try to be them
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Might fall the lord, Bum, hoodie smellin like weed
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Hands smellin like dope, dont shoot me another bean
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Aint heard back from bro, they know me well in them stores
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Not fives, nigga, we fours, but yeah, you get the picture
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I fuck her, I never kiss her, I know her, I never mention her
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Shit gon link up in CC, bitch, how you know Im gettin busy?
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The same reason you, yeah, Im still duckin, free Tez
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Im still duckin (Free them boys)
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[Verse 3: BabyFace Ray]
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Get in there, Fendi Winter gear, you aint got this (Yeah, yeah)
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Hit the yams, your bitch in the Dawn, they both topless (Yeah, yeah)
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Doe Beezy, thats my nigga, Im tied in with the Freeband Gang (Freebandz), yeah
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Boysll hit your block, then slide back through, niggas better be playin dead
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Your bitch, she got super, super head, thats what my man said (Super head)
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Dont nothin beat the cross but double-cross, both on my pants leg
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Let you know that I aint right, all these racks will keep her faithful (All these racks)
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We was trapping with off-white, I got Off-Whites on my laces, yeah (No cap)
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[Chorus: Doe Boy]
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Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (Get in there), uh
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Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (Get, get in there)
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Never been a ho, never been a scared nigga (Doe Beezy)
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If I want him dead, shooters get in there, nigga (Fool)
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Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (Get in there)
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Get in there, nigga, get in there, nigga (Get in, get in there)
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Never back down, now I get in there, nigga (Doe Beezy)
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Killers in the minivan, you aint with it, better not get in there, nigga (Oh, really?)
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[Outro: Doe Boy]
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Uh
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Get in there, get in there
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Get in there, get in there
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Lets go
