RIP Doe B

(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)

(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

Uh, ridin' 'round loaded, Ziploc bags and a scale with me

I ain't gon' lie, by now, I pictured Lil Ray there with me

If my day one ain't tell, I'd have Mansur and Trell with me

This shit fucked up, you can't even tell who'll tell, ****

Give a fuck what they be talkin' 'bout, your bitch know I'm a real ****

Won't play 'bout my members, get out of line and they gon' deal with you

I'm talkin' 'bout keep my stick like polo

We ride with Tommy, ain't talkin' 'bout Hilfiger

Been 'bout it since a lil' ****

Tighten up your cleats, get in the field, ****

Spoil the bitch if she don't ask, don't give her nothin' if she a gold-digger

**** play with me, I drop that bag, won't run from no ****

And I know **** who know **** who tryna up the score, ****

You can't fool me, you a ho, ****, bitch, I got hollow tips in this four-nickel

Ayy, my daddy was a kingpin and he taught me the ropes

Havin' power like I'm Curtis Jackson, got ghost soon as I seen them folks

All this shit be off the head, I don't remember that last time I seen a note

Been sellin' 'fore I seen the boat

So much bread, **** ain't seen a loaf

**** 'round me shootin' out the gate, so watch how you approach

Slidin' in Phantoms, turn opps to ghosts

Got no manners, so watch your ho

**** sneaky, so watch your bro

**** snitchin', so watch your folks

Seen a gangster go to prison, turn sissy, I heard he droppin' soap

This shit deep, got out the car, he put the pistol under my seat

But you know me

I ain't snitch, just kept it G 'cause I'm too street

I catch his opp, his ass deceased

Call him my brother, so that's my beef

I'll bend your block, bitch, use your feet

Ridin' in a Jeep, know how we creep

Uh, ridin' 'round loaded, Ziploc bags and a scale with me

I ain't gon' lie, by now, I pictured Lil Ray there with me

If my day one ain't tell, I'd have Mansur and Trell with me

This shit fucked up, you can't even tell who'll tell, ****

Give a fuck what they be talkin' 'bout, your bitch know I'm a real ****

Won't play 'bout my members, get out of line and they gon' deal with you

I'm talkin' 'bout keep my stick like polo

We ride with Tommy, ain't talkin' 'bout Hilfiger

Ayy, been 'bout it since a lil' ****

Tighten up your cleats, get in the field, ****