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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doe Boy
Doe Boy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cotrell Dennard
Cotrell Dennard
Songwriter
Samuel Gloade
Samuel Gloade
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
30 Roc
Producer
FreshThPharmacy
FreshThPharmacy
Recording Engineer
Rosewood
Rosewood
Mixing Engineer

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) All dem green & red beams Got like thirty dots on 'em (Bah, bah, bah, bah) If my up on me, shit It I'd blow 'em (You think I'm playin') You think these think it, I'll show 'em Wanna die for clout,it I'll post 'em Gang thirty deep with like thirty Glocks on 'em Really gangsta in these streets, nigga It I'll blow 'em I'll do it I'll do it I'll do it, I'll do it (Bah, bah) I'll do it I'll doit I'll do shoot Bodie 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 mark my rapper friends They is not groupiеs I'm like who tryna die? I shoot evеrything in sight All my 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 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 Nigga never took his ice (Doe Beezy) You don't know what that shit feel like Ya never took a life Boy froze up on a mission Whacked 'em out Then took his stripes (Get yo' up outta here) I'll do it (Bah) I'll do it (Bah) I'll do it, nigga (Bah)I'll do it (Bah, bah, bah) I'll do it (Bah) I'll do it (Bah) I'll do it, nigga (Bah) I'll shoot (Bah, bah, bah, bah) I don't need nan' I don't need nan All y'all do is post guns But ain't empty nan' clips Bird business, murder business, this that rubber band shit Start shooting ran, let his mans get hit Go H.A.M. on 'em, Beezy, go H.A.M. on 'em (H.A.M. on 'em) Nigga claimin' he be steppin', watch how quick I stand on 'em Price tag every shooter in a land runner He gon' kill ya, I don't even know 'em Put a fan on 'em (Fool) He'll do it (Gang) He'll do it (Gang) He'll do it,(Gang) He'll do it (Gang) He'll do it (Gang) He'll do it (Gang) He'll shoot (Oh really)
Writer(s): Samuel Gloade, Cotrell Dennard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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