Lyrics

He tried to rob, I had to blow (I had to blow) That boy was tweaking Bet he won't do that no more (He won't do that no more) I leave him stinky, this that tooka This that dope (That tooka, this that dope) We up in traffic It's just me and Doodie Lo (It's just me and Doodie Lo) Uh, who got fire? I want smoke (Oh I want smoke) And I ain't stopping at no lights, I'm on go (Oh I'm on go) Talking like you 'bout that life Then drop the lo' (Then drop the lo', bitch) Pull up, hopping out, Me and Doodie Lo (It's me and Doodie Lo, boom, boom) You know Von that's my bro (That's my bro) Six to twenty-four You better check the score (You better check the score, bitch) Fuck her in Kankakee and took her to the O (I took her at the O) You get collect and we'll blick you at the store (We'll blick you at the store, boom, boom, boom) Doing hits and ride with dracs in the Masi' (We in that Masi') You ever smoked a nigga? Still over a body (You ain't killed nobody) I made a million off p's in the streets (Off p's) Put a bag on your head and you dead in a week (Gang, boom, boom) Ain't no discussion, when we touch him, they gon' have to rush him Right to the hospital, that's what he get That's repercussion (That's what he get) That nigga woofin' all that tough shit, get him left in public (What?) It ain't nothing, I gave out a hunnid, boy I bet the coming Strong stomach, I did shit up close, I ain't never vomit (Boom, boom) Go run deep, but if he that floor, he ain't gon' see it coming Get so high, I be seeing something (Huh?) These niggas can't see me or nothing Your bitch on my like flea or something (Yeah, yeah) And these niggas know how I'm coming I won't think twice for this (Twice) And if a nigga touch my chain Then he gon' die for this (Take his life) I was gon' wife the hoe but found out She a trifflin' bitch (She a trifflin' bitch) Ain't coming in the club if we can't get out pipin' it (Boom) OTF, they know us (Yeah) Bitch we T, we go nuts (Yeah) SRT, doing donuts (Skrr) All the opps some broke fucks (Fucks) Kilo of lean, I pour up (Lean) Dare ask, we roll up (Fuck 'em) All of my niggas do too much Three low, I just parked him a school bus (Boom, boom, boom) He tried to rob, I had to blow (I had to blow) That boy was tweaking Bet he won't do that no more (He won't do that no more) I leave him stinky, this that tooka This that dope (That tooka, this that dope) We up in traffic It's just me and Doodie Lo (It's just me and Doodie Lo) Uh, who got fire? I want smoke (Oh I want smoke) And I ain't stopping at no lights, I'm on go (Oh I'm on go) Talking like you 'bout that life Then rop the lo' (Then drop the lo', bitch) Pull up, hopping out Me and Doodie Lo (It's me and Doodie Lo, boom, boom)
Writer(s): David Cortez Jr Saulsberry, Dayvon Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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