Lyrics

Douly G, Douly G, Douly G Mask on, I see the danger In a big body, not a ranger, uh Pull up on him with the stainless Giving him 33 like he granger Gang only, I don't hang with no strangers Focused on chasing this paper, like Call up JJ if you need you a taper, big bro a clipper, no laker, uh True or false, baby what is the answer? Met a baddie named Miranda, uh Douly music turn her into a dancer Bet she gon bust it on camera, like Singing my verse on repeat If Mike don't got it, then Josh gon blam ya, uh Tooly tooly, Douly got the tooly You know that he making the movies, uh Douly so groovy, I'm not a regular kid, I'm a nigga like Stewie Why? Butterfly doors, I'm with Kenny, got za in the pack and we up in a two seater I'm fresh off a final, passed all my classes, I'm about to go fly to Geneva, uh That girl a skeezer, how could you even believe her? You need to leave her 20 years old, got to keep my composure Militant like I'm a soldier, uh Stayed down til I came up True to my word, so I did what I told ya, like Zaza pack got me leaning On defense, we double teaming, uh Keep a tan like I'm steaming 'Cause I ain't doing this shit for no reason And a couple girls said they love me I love you too, sike I lied I just tell them that they lovely G stand for ghost, but nah I ain't no duppy I worked hard nigga I ain't lucky You wasn't there boy when I was bummy Gotta keep a vision, call Quani, leave a nigga twitching, uh Pull up on 'em with the smithin', giving him 33, Scottie Pippen, uh On the roads lane switching, I got my own shit, no need to fit in Why? Like Dre got a target, it's on sight And if I say the word, he get to clickin' Yeah I could rap but nah I ain't with the dissing And if we got beef, you gon' end up missing Hanging with sharks, but nah I ain't into fishing But I'm fishing and itching trying to make a classic I was down bad, all it took was practice Don't hit my jack if you ain't talking cactus And these niggas faking, yeah I call them actors Trap phone jumping, fans never tracked us We was in the gym, balling like the Raptors You wasn't there, so you not a factor Hold on, wait Can't stop, 'til my name on the rafters COZY MOB top five biggest trappers DOULY G top five hardest rappers Any opportunity, I take it If I shoot my shot, nigga I'ma make it She wanna party, so I tell her shake it 456 baby come and quake it I'm in the mood, so I made her feel good Came from the bottom, baby I look real hood I ain't want to hit it, even though I still could I'ma keep rapping nigga as I still should Yo BAZ Y'all want me to get on some drill shit? Or y'all want me to get on a drill beat, do what I do And just talk on some real shit? Like Douly G
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