Poor or Rich

Doe Beezy (Gang)

Top shotta, don dada, gang gang (Sledgren)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I don't talk to opps or no motherfuckin' cops

I just fucked a **** thot then she told me 'bout his spot

We gon' run in with the chops

Play, get wet up with this mop

Then we run off with his guap

Try to run up, he get shot, yeah

Racks on me, buying out the store, bitch

New designer drip, yeah, these kicks by Dior, bitch

Riding with the chopstick, who you gon' extort, bitch?

I'ma still be hittin' licks, rich or poor, bitch

All this drip on me, damn, I feel important

Used to slide in minivans, now it's Porsches

Hollows in the Glock, hot, left 'em scorchin'

Kick his door, he got them babies, we abort shit

Gang, don't come walking through my hood tryna tour, bitch

Police came in asking questions, got ignored, bitch

Keep that .40 on me if I'm poor or rich

Took so long to shoot this clip, I got bored, bitch

It's dirty in my double cup

You funny, you can't fuck with us

Lil boy, go toughen up

Pussy need to muscle up

I pull up, get to cuttin' up

This Draco make 'em double dutch

This goof, he fronted us

Now he pissed he can't get in touch with us

Pull up, he get out of line

You ain't gang, you not with mine

Glad I never had no nine-to-five, I work with my nines

All my **** know is shoot and rob, bitch, that's on my mom

He not Taylor Gang, but he get Ty'd runnin up Dolla Signs

Middle finger to my enemies, they not shit to me

Bitch, I hang 'round hundred-millionaires, you not rich to me

This AR sing a fuckin' melody, hear that symphony

Just a corny **** with designer on, that's not drip to me

Bitch, I'm big Doe Beezy, I'm one-hunnid, you not half of me

I just be talkin' shit but I'm too lit, can't see when they taggin' me

I can't let 'em kick it, I don't know if he gon' blast for me

Really you a rat to me, fuck **** actually

Pull up to the club, thirty shooters, thirty baddies

I pray he don't go against the gang, it's a tragedy

Told my youngin I got a murder for him, he get happy

AK dance like Diddy but this FN sing like Cassie

Young **** geeked off Xannys and Addys

If that pussy **** want smoke, drop an addy

She wish she could trap me, she mad she can't have me

You treat her like your wife, but that my daughter, I'm her zaddy

Mwah

I don't talk to opps or no motherfuckin' cops

I just fucked a **** thot then she told me 'bout his spot

We gon' run in with them chops

Play, get wet up with this mop

Then we run off with his guap

Try to run up, he get shot

Yeah, racks on me, buying out the store, bitch

New designer drip, yeah, these kicks by Dior, bitch

Riding with the chopstick, who you gon' extort, bitch?

I'ma still be hittin' licks, rich or poor, bitch

(Let's go) (Gang)