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Doe Boy

NUMBER GAME

 

NUMBER GAME

(álbum: BEEZY - 2023)


Big Doe Beezy
Lil'-ass boy
You know what the fuck going on
Let's go, Face

I hear death around the corner, go the other way (Other way)
You can't tell me nothing, do exactly what the money say (Can't tell me shit)
I don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch long as my brother straight (I don't give a fuck)
Chopper .223s, .41s, it's a number game (Bitch, let's go)

In these streets, no, I ain't listen what my mother say (Doe Beezy)
Say he don't lack, well, I just hope he got his gun today (I hope it, fool)
Say she can't be touched, I up this roll, bet I could fuck today (Look)
We can't conversate, you never thumbed through a hundred K (Never, ha-ha-ha)
Playing with these choppers, having fun today
Tryna dodge a bitch the only time I ever run away
Don't come 'round here with that bullshit, go the other way (Knowles Ave)
Youngin never saw a hundred K, but shot a hundred K's (Oh, really?)
My shooters end shit, they don't start games (We don't start games, bitch)
I look like a fucking boss, not no arcade (Fool)
Fuck you talking 'bout?
Pull up, shoot your block up, then we sliding out (Skrrt)
You never shot your pistol, let me find out (Let me find out, that's crazy)

SRTs in case we flee the scene
Rock expensive jeans
Fuck a budget, I come out the pocket like I'm Willie Beam' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shorty bad, shorty with her, really double team (Shorty bad)
My life lit, I been living lavish, first it was a dream
First I was a kid, now I'm the man (Damn)
Rollie faces big, look at my hand (Damn)
Twenty-five K, lawyer fees, I'm in a jam (That's twenty-five K)
Broad day, brodie let 'em fly, don't give a damn (Let's go)
Nah, I ain't into scams, I'm into grams, you Instagram (Pussy)
Before I had a plug, I middlemanned the biggest bag (Boy)
Adderalls on Wock', I'm feeling crazy, living fast (What?)
Slide down on niggas, make a right, we spinning back (We spinning back)
Diamonds, they be flashing like a camera, Men in Black
This ain't the same shit, 'migo, I'ma give it back (I don't want it)
I ain't going tit for tat, back and forth
On resorts with a whore
I know if she catch this flight, I'ma score (Score)
That motherfucker on me and the chopper by the door (Rrt)
Freeband Gang, Wavy Gang, racks galore (Freebandz)
Them niggas on the block, but they be running to the store (Yeah)
Trafficking through TSA, like on Blow, I need some more (Doe Beezy, oh, really?)

Talking 'bout some smoke, but that's some shit you can't afford (Nope, nope)
Tryna pull up on my Bentley, brains gon' end up in your Ford (Fool)
Shooters by the door, left some bodies on the floor (Rrrt)
All these bullets in the clip, I shot this bitch and I got bored (Brrt)
I got youngins on the block just to watch out (Just to watch out)
Name ain't George Floyd, big Doe Beezy knock a cop down (Oh, really?)
I'd never snitch, I go to trial or I'ma cop out
My youngin, he a dropout but he make bodies drop down (Boom, boom, boom)
Said he want some smoke, we tell that nigga, "Link up" (Link up)
He scraping dishes, his his trap and fuck his kitchen sink up (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told the jeweler I need pink diamonds, tryna match Babyface pink cup (Yeah)
Doe Beezy, a name niggas know not to bring up (Doe Beezy)
These famous hoes be choosy, always tryna be around me (Nah, for real)
Gave that ho this dick, now she keep making songs about me (Fool)
Skrrt off in that 'Rari, sorry, no, this not no Audi (Skrrt)
Police tried to chase me, car's too fast, they never found me (Let's go)
Riding with a chopstick, pull up with a mop stick
Thugging on the 'Gram, he got bodied 'cause a comment (Fool)
Want you, I'ma find you, bitch, don't think about hiding (Rrr)
I know I'm rich for real 'cause I don't think about robbing no more (Oh, really?)

Ha-ha
Let's go
Rapper Cotrell Dennard, better known as Doe Boy, has been accused of being responsible for the majority of the gang violence in Cleveland
He's also a suspected member of the most dangerous gang in the state of Ohio
Known as the snoleF sseltraeH

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