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Yeah

Back up on my bullshit, back up on my bullshit

Yo, let's talk about it

Spoon-fed ass **** used to get a allowance

I ain't go to college, but I was fuckin' all the bitches in Howard

Got the Glock in my hand 'cause all this cash, it make my pants fall

I was puttin' **** before my kids, that was my downfall

I don't come around y'all, in a Raq eatin' mild sauce

You ever had to move your people to knock off the big dawg?

You pissed on your hands first, shit kill the man first

Click to the left, that's how you hit that damn burst

These **** think it's over with 'cause folks doin' fed time

Don't count me out, ****, I been puttin' **** to bed time

Them **** that did that, shit, that's get back

And as soon as I catch one, I'm killin' his twin next

I'm comin' like Zuwop, thug life like 2Pac

I hear 'em in my head like, "Doodie, damn, that's too hot"

One Glock, two Glocks, aye, kumba-kumbaya

They doin' what Doodie say, my life is a movie

I want bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies every time the news on

Broski, he be tweaking and he gon' kill you if you move wrong

Pounds comin' through the mail

Try to hide it, but you can still smell

How the fuck I pray every day, but every day I'm goin' through hell?

I damn near lost my mind, bitch, I was thinkin' 'bout crashin' out

I was thinkin' if I can't catch him, fuck it, then I'm cashin' out

In the club, I got my gun on me, I'm standin' on the couch

Any **** that move wrong in this bitch, folks stomp his ass out

Loski, why you talkin' crazy? These **** got us fucked up

I was chillin', bein' lazy, now you **** fucked up

Bulletproof in the backseat with a k, ****, I don't move wrong

I be in my head, I be tweakin', I don't really think Zoo gone

Broski say he want twenty if he die, shit, it's a few gone

I don't wanna hear nobody sayin', "Doodie Lo, boy, you wrong"

Dude gone, haha, you know bitch

****, alright, how we rockin', ****?

Come on, ****

Meeski, swerve (Let's go)

Six hundred thou' for the chains on my neck, I only got two of 'em

I'm from the rack, I grab and cock my strap when I put my shoes on

I don't gotta diss in raps if it's really that, ****, gettin' the tombstone

Hollows out the Glock, .22 flown, now they puttin' a suit on me

I'm confident, ain't shit I do wrong, road runnin', I stay in a few homes

Rich as fuck, got everything new on, I just copped a 'Rari two-tone

Money stick to me like glue on it, my youngins be ready to shoot somethin'

I stay tryna calm down, but we give out smoke, but who want it?

Lil' bitch, I'm sick, like, flu on me, that switch hit quick, like, 'Ffft' on me

Them killers gon' seize the moment, pull right up, sweep opponents

I'm buyin' all this shit, like, I just got a super bonus

Your brother's lack, they gon' get hit, you better keep 'em focused

I laugh at **** act like bitches, but don't think I'm jokin'

So many dead opps, can't remember who I think I'm smokin'

I keep the trenches and the friends, got the real ones hopin'

They pray I empty out the vault, but I just keep it open