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Doe Boy

FIRST 48 GANG

 

FIRST 48 GANG

(アルバム: BEEZY - 2023)


Make sure that shit turnt all the way up so they can hear every fucking thing I'm saying
Loud and clear
You dig?
Big Doe Beezy, nigga, the biggest
Rubber Band Money Gang, nigga, Rubber Band Murder Gang, nigga
You dig?
Dum-dum-dum-dum, you hear that sound? That mean that's us coming, nigga
Stepping on everything, everybody move
Let's go (Oh, really?)

My shooter fresh off First 48, thought I should let you know
His name Baby Shaq, you play, he make another episode
Oh, you ain't know we step on hoes? Bitch, I'm in Prada head to toe
Was hollering on the net, we face to face, say what you said before
Bitch, I wake up popping Perkies, I can't fake, my head gone
If I said it then I meant it, that's what I'm gon' stand on
Let 'em kick it, know we spinning, I can't lie, you dead wrong
Fuck all that distance, get up close and score like we in the red zone
Touchdown, bitch
My wrist a bust down, bitch
He was taking shit then got swept, you dust now, bitch
Hush with that loud shit, I'm busy tryna count, bitch
I'm rich as shit, you might just pass out, see my account, bitch
Bitch, look at this, this a brick on my wrist
OG Dame cooking fish, guard his kitchen with my stick
Oh, you thought you had a lick? Blick-blick, that ain't this
They talking 'bout work out some pressure but when I pull up, niggas dip
Had me locked down, I did my pullups, pushups, and dips
Had a mitt, so I was starving to come home and up this mitt
Uh, hundred racks inside this mitt, broke bitch can't up shit
I ain't gon' lie, if I ain't feeling you, you ain't eating, can't munch shit (Oh, really?)
Where is you gon' hang? Bitch, we relocate shit (Fool)
Treat you like my hoes, bitch, I give out facelifts (Mwah, come here, baby)
Made her look like Kylie, but she was so basic
Ain't make the XXL list, but made the police gang list (Gang, gang, gang)
Gang shit, niggas know how we drumming
My steppers leave footprints. they know how we coming
We get bloody, nigga, know how we boming
Fuck the opps, they ain't on nothing, switch the subject (Oh, really?)
Switch the subject, bitch, let's talk about this money (Bitch, let's talk)
Always talk 'bout opps, these niggas never talk 'bout hundreds (Fools)
They say they switches busting, but never bitches bustin (Mwah, come here, baby)
Had to switch the subject, they already know how I'm drumming (Oh, really?)

Big Oh Really, nigga
Niggas already know what the fuck going on with me, man
They know that
Yeah, been there, done that, man, come on, dog
Play with this shit, you gon' lay with this shit, we been through all that

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