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(album: The Lost Tapes - 2021)

(Doughboy)
Ayy
No kizzy, true story (Trauma Tone)
Huh, can't keep watching these niggas, huh
4 'nem stay in they feelings, huh
5 'nem be wanting to kill 'em, huh
Ayy, huh, can't keep watching these niggas, huh
4 'nem stay in they feelings, huh
5 'nem be wanting to kill 'em, ayy

I don't give a fuck 'bout having no friends, I hope you understand
I don't give a fuck 'bout having no friends, I hope you understand
Don't need no new brother man, we'll shoot at you and your mans
Still watch Skub pop, we'll crash
Still watch Skub pop, we'll crash
Get on this rim, huh, get on y'all ass
I ain't impressed with the shit y'all be flashing
Just hit the trap all the way from the mansion
Got more bands in that bitch than you can imagine
I up the fire, shoot the niggas beside you
I throw up 5, Lil Blood gon' match it
I drop a four, we gon' go get a casket
I got a stroke, but I go to the basket
I gotta score 'cause I'm close to the basket
Naw, I gotta score 'cause I already racked it
Properly prepared, I practice
Thank God for them L's I took, they was tragic
Showed a nigga how to bounce back like magic
Used to go to school, but not go to school, I was
Used to go to school, but not go to school, I was absent
Free Big Blood, Jid, what's brackin'?
'Cause of him, Skuba Steve been active
I hate when motherfuckers get to acting
Like they don't know what's up, huh, huh
Hate when motherfuckers get to asking
Like they don't know it's us
Go down South, back up, huh
Country big booty bitch, huh
Fuck me off of accident, huh
Fuck me off my accent, yeah, huh
Hit her twice on accident, yeah
Shit, she said she like dope boys, nigga
I'm a trap nigga, so I'm the right man for the job
She ain't peep, huh
She ain't peep I was the—
She ain't peep I was the right applicant
And she ain't, she ain't seen my attitude was ravishing
These niggas ain't hoopers, fake shooters, they be trapping like
Niggas get mad, in they feelings
Emotional like a lil' bitch
Shit sadder than—
I mean what I say 'bout them old-ass niggas too
I mean it for real, I'm adamant
About anything I'm doing, huh, huh
Too serious, huh times ten, huh, ayy, uh
Gang like, "Nigga, let me chime in," he wanna put his two cents in
Say naw, nigga, we got M's, they can't get none of thems (Trauma Tone)
Don't want my gang to be like y'all, that's my fear, huh, huh
Happy as hell they don't just beef with me to start they career, huh
I mean if you a rapper, then you a rapper, huh, my nigga, be serious
If you doing it like a hobby and not a habit, my nigga, you weird
See, I give my all to this shit, that's what I got up out it
Yeah, all this shit, all this ice, all these diamonds
Never had to ride a nigga wave just to, huh, just to be relevant, huh
Y'all niggas in the way, in the way, dummy, unintelligent
I played it bool 'cause niggas played it bool, ain't no fool, never played the fool
I'll take a nigga plate of food, leave his shit on empty while I'm full
Used to slang the rock off the top rope, Skuba Brahma Bull
Chop came with the comma clip, you ain't never seen this kind of— nah
Bhop bame with the bomma blip, you ain't never seen this kind of tool
I don't lie in none of my verses, you know Sada keep that ooh
And I ain't here just to keep it cool, pussy-ass nigga, this ain't school
Give a fuck about who you with, swear to God, people get it— ayy
Give a fuck about who you with, swear to God, your people get it too, huh
First time I met your main mans, pressed his ass, bitch, I'm SkubaRu
Ask him 'bout it, nigga, I'll, hey, bitch, I'm SkubaRu
Ask him 'bout it, nigga, ayy
Speak plain, nigga, who is you?
I'm the who's who of who's who
Goofy-ass niggas been through
Niggas can't know what I— ahh
Niggas can't know what I been through
Must not know what I been through
Nigga, you don't wanna get into it
'Cause I'ma kill you when I bump into you
Ayy, huh, nigga, I don't know that shit you know, huh
Bang all my motherfucking streets and brung us home
Huh, huh, I don't know that shit you know
Bang all my streets and brung us home
Tapped in with Mari, Ruger, Zoe, Tone, and G Weeder, bring 'em home

Huh, uh-duh, uh-uh-uh, uh-duh
Crank him up, then walk him outta here