Any nigga said, "Fuck me"
His bitch like me and he broker than me (doe beezy, doe beezy)
Oh, really? (Yeah)
(What? Gang, what?)
Gang (gang)
What? What? What? (gang)
Let's go, let's go

Pills turn a nigga to a junkie (yeah) (ayy, Southside, ayy, Southside)
Came out the mud, sip muddy (muddy)
Geekin' ho, peons be thinkin' I'm lackin'
He play with this, shit get bloody (bloody, let's go)
I tweak out with this .30 (.30)
Hit the mall, blow a whole thirty (let's go)
My youngin', he really a savage (okay, okay)
He caught him a body and thought it was funny (ha)
Pussy ass boy said fuck me
Really just mad 'cause his bitch wanna fuck me (that's crazy, fool)
Young nigga flexin', I play with a check
Ain't no bitch that can say she dumped me (fool, I dumped me, cuttin' a check)

God in the hood, I run it (I run it)
Name it, I done it (I done it, yeah)
Lil' nigga ain't know nothin' (no, no)
His bitch only thing 'round here bussin' (oh, really?)

Went to his mama house, shot up her crib, said we went too far (said we went too far, brrt, brrt)
Can't catch me in traffic, one-sixty the dash, can't hit this car (skrrt, skrrt)
He think she faithful, she meet a rich nigga, his bitch get bought (muah)
Same nigga I used to smack up, bitch, when you get this hard (that's crazy, pussy)
Trauma teachin' lil' niggas they better not play with the bird (brr, brr, uh-uh, uh-uh, Freebandz)
I got this .50, get murdered, can't go out like Ja Rule and Irv (don't do that, Doe Beezy, fool)
He tried to jump in the streets and his brains got left on the curb (bitch ass nigga)
Geekin' off pills, I wanna shoot at everything that get on my nerves (brrt, brrt, think I'm playin'?)

Friday, ride through they hood on a bike, might kick they trash (might kick they trash)
But I'm Doe Beezy, I ain't Lil' Chris (let's go)
Ain't a nigga gon' whip my ass, you dig? (What? What? Fool)
Lambo' too fast, better get out the way when I'm backin' out (woo, vroom, shit)
Go get his shooter, we shoot up the nigga he braggin' 'bout (brr, brr)
I call his bitch and I'm smashin', she know a young nigga havin' (young nigga havin', Freebandz)
He come 'round here, actin', castin', he gon' end up in a casket (vroom, vrrom, doot-doot-doot)
I had my shooter pull up, hit his basket (swish)
Said he want drama, my niggas dramatic (let's go)
RBMG, murder fanatics (gang)
These niggas bitches, belong in a pageant (pussy)
I can't fuck with 'em, he rat, don't fuck wit' 'em, we make you get him tatted (let's go)
Your favorite rapper, he a pussy, I bet he gon' panic, I reach for his Patek (nah, for real)
Heard he was ballin' so I sent a hitter, my young nigga came through and he batted (brr, brr)
Rollie don't tick-tock, but reach for this bitch, watch this bitch gon' start dancin'

Yeah, man, that bitch ain't nothin'
I ain't even really wanna touch her (oh, really?)
Put together all my rhymes, but I'm far from a buster
Make your bitch wait in line, niggas gotta catch up just like mustard
Every girl with me, probably done suck some'
She said, "You got on too much money"
She know my bitch gave her hush money (ayy)
I buy Louis V like hush puppies (ayy, yeah)
I don't gotta eat, got drug stomach
Take a G-6, I feel like I gotta vomit
Gettin' money, I swear that I got hot (what?)
I remember, used to sleep on a cot (huh?)
Drug lord, yeah, my neck, it got rocks
I love whores but she love all the guap
Now she in my tracts while suckin' up cock
Baby diamonds lay on my Gucci socks (yeah)
Stay with beams on the bottom of my Glock
Pull out fifty-seven, extras opened the lock (yeah)
Man, I knew I had it because I got a lot
So many cars, I need to go buy a lot (oh)
Bitch, I'm hot like a Cheeto, black like Don Cheadle (uh)
Oh, that's your baby? Put her in fetal
Eternal Atake, open her keyhole (yeah)
Got a D-Eagle, clip on it see through (oh)
I got the Draco, don't think you heard me (yeah)
I make it fly, just like a birdie (brr)
Niggas, they fake like a Perc' 30 (yeah)
Put holes in his shirt, just like a jersey (brrt)
Niggas they think that we cool (yeah)
Like Black-Eyed Peas, I will fuck on your bitches like she Fergie (yeah)
Did it on purpose
Birkin, I purse it (yeah)
In front of the opps, act like a virgin (ayy)
Where this shit come? Took all this purging (ayy)
The killers fuck with me, they gon' reimburse me (ayy)
Marni on Marni, bitch, I can get nerdy (ayy)
Pink diamonds on me, they look just like Kirby (ayy)
She arch from the back, man, that bitch keep it sturdy (ayy)
Drive around NYC like I'm not dirty (oh, really?)

Pills turn a nigga to a junkie (ayy, skrrt)
Came out the mud, sip muddy (Doe Beezy)
Geekin' ho, peons be thinkin' I'm lackin' (ayy)
He play with this, shit get bloody (Doe Beezy)
I tweak out with this .30 (.30)
Hit the mall, blow a whole thirty (let's go)
My youngin', he really a savage
He caught him a body and thought it was funny (caught him a, caught him a body)
Pussy ass boy said fuck me
Really just mad 'cause his bitch wanna fuck me (fool)
Young nigga flexin', I play with a check
Ain't no bitch that can say she dumped me (fool)

God in the hood, I run it (I run it)
Name it, I done it (I done it, yeah)
Lil' nigga ain't know nothin' (no, no)
His bitch only thing 'round here bussin' (oh, really?)
Lil' ass nigga, pee-wee ass nigga (yeah, this'll get you bussin', oh, really?)
Yeah, then we shot at that nigga cousin
Oh, really? (Yeah)

Copyright: ARENA MUSIC PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Cotrell Dennard, Joshua Luellen, Symere Woods