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Yeah, yeah (uh) Gang, gang, gang, gang (Doe, Doe Beezy, my nigga) Fuck what you sayin' I said what I said (you know what the fuck goin' on) Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (it's up) My young bitch like when I slam her Hit from the back, if she look, I ain't hiding the camera I took a flight to Atlanta Looking for Tech, I just need the Sprite or a Fanta (Vroom, Hi-Tech) I'll get you hit from a text, you pussy, no sex Hold that bitch nigga for ransom I had the same vibe when we met I'll never hide from a threat I'm smiling at cameras An opp died, got us dancing (yeah) Top down when we landing, yeah, yeah Forgot my name, call me handsome (yeah) No more Xans, I was scrambling (yeah, yeah) Pocket full of bunch of dead men (dead men) You ain't fuckin', give me head then (come here) I see demons, I hop out the bed (I'm out) Could've leased it, I copped it instead (let's go) I see my homie that died when I look in the sky (my nigga) Shit got me asking why I come from the trenches where you either live or you die That's why we get high (let's go) Just handle your business, my nigga, you wasting your time Fuck them bitches, go grind I really came up from a nick to a dime No more gettin' in line (Doe Beezy) Walk in the club and I snuck with the pole in, no waiting in line Came to your city, I flew on a private jet, I board with the iron Say that it's smoke My niggas gon' pull up, they shootin', ain't wasting no time, uh Pull out this pole like should I just rob him Or shoot him? Can't make up my mind (let's go) When I'm in Cleveland, I feel like LeBron I'm probably somewhere walking in a Fashion show out in Milan If you gon' say Pablo, you gotta say Don (let's go) I walk in this bitch like I'm strapped with a bomb (boom) I walk in this bitch like I'm strapped With a bomb, let's go, yeah (boom, boom, boom) Walk in this bitch with Patek on my arm Don't touch him, you know that he armed, uh (let's go) I'm really a demon, bitch, I ain't no angel You play and get smacked with my palm, uh (let's go) Niggas be faking, these niggas ain't gangster Bitch, who is that rapping that song? Uh (pussy) All on the 'Gram, he say he outside But probably at home with his mom, huh (oh, really?) I'm sitting in court in Givenchy (Givenchy) Fuck the judge, nigga, fuck the DA (fuck 'em, yeah) Phone calls, they keep trying to replay (yeah) All this evidence I'm trying to erase He gon' rat, you can look in his face He got nothin' to lose and nothin' to make (no) He'll tell on his dudes to get out them gates (let's go, gang) He got nothin' to lose and nothin' to make (nothin' to make) He got somethin' to prove You got somethin' to take, let's go (let's go) Geeked off a Xan', I can't fuck on that bitch I just hope the lil' ho giving head (Doe Beezy) Go to the hood, post up with my cousin He Crippin', but still pour up red (let's go, gang) Niggas be talkin' Runnin' they mouth until they get shot in the head (boom) Call up my youngin He run in your house and leave you Shot dead in the bed, yeah (oh, really?) I can't get knocked by the feds (no) I'm fucking her good, she shakin' and boppin' her legs Addicted to Percs, was poppin' them meds Chauffeur the foreign, I went got a driver instead (skrrt) Why bring a knife to the fight? This chopper'll put him to bed You thought I fucked on your wife, my nigga That's not what I said, I just got the head Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (fool) Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (fool) Ain't scared of no nigga, just scared of the feds (fool) Mad Max with the chop, I shot at his dreads, uh Wake up and sent a hit just 'cause I can (fool) You push me, you dyin' Ain't gotta be close to the edge (Doe Beezy, nah) My young bitch like when I slam her Hit from the back, if she look, I ain't hiding the camera I took a flight to Atlanta Looking for Tech, I just need the Sprite or a Fanta (yeah, yeah) I'll get you hit from a text, you pussy, no sex Hold that bitch nigga for ransom I had the same vibe when we met I'll never hide from a threat I'm smiling at cameras (let's go) An opp died, got us dancing (yeah) Top down when we landing, yeah, yeah Forgot my name, call me handsome (yeah) No more Xans, I was scrambling (yeah, yeah) Pocket full of bunch of dead men (dead men) You ain't fuckin', give me head then (come here) I see demons, I hop out the bed (I'm out) Could've leased it, I copped it instead (let's go) Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (fool) Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (fool) Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (fool) Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (let's go)
Writer(s): Tivon Key, David Brewster, Marcus Rucker, Isam Mostafa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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