Yeah, yeah (uh)
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Doe, Doe Beezy, my nigga)
Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (you know what the fuck goin' on)
Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (it's up)

My young bitch like when I slam her
Hit from the back, if she look, I ain't hidin' the camera (let's go, nah)
I took a flight to Atlanta
Lookin' for 'Tech, I just need the Sprite or a Fanta (vroom, Hi-Tech)
I'll get you hit from a text
You pussy, no sex
Hold that bitch nigga for ransom
I had the same vibe when we met
I'll never hide from a threat
I'm smilin' at cameras
An opp died, got us dancin' (yeah)
Top down when we landin', yeah, yeah
Forgot my name, call me handsome (yeah)
No more Xans, I was scramblin' (yeah, yeah)
Pocket full of bunch of dead men (dead men, woo)
You ain't fuckin', give me head then (come here)
I see demons, I hop out the bed (I'm out)
Could've leased it, I copped it instead (let's go)

I see my homie that died when I look in the sky (my nigga)
Shit got me askin' why
I come from the trenches where you either live or you die
That's why we get high (let's go)
Just handle your business, my nigga, you wastin' your time
Fuck them bitches, go grind
I really came up from a nick to a dime
No more gettin' in line (no more, Doe Beezy)

Walk in the club and I snuck with the pole in (boom), no waitin' in line (boom, boom)
Came to your city, I flew on a private jet, I board with the iron
Say that it's smoke, my niggas gon' pull up, they shootin', ain't wastin' no time, uh (skrrt)
Pull out this pole like should I just rob him or shoot him? Can't make up my mind (let's go)

When I'm in Cleveland, I feel like Lebron (Lebron, hold on, hold on)
I'm probably somewhere walkin' in a fashion show out in Milan (hold on, hold on)
If you gon' say Pablo, you gotta say Don (let's go)
I walk in this bitch like I'm strapped with a bomb (boom, boom)
I walk in this bitch like I'm strapped with a bomb, let's go, yeah (boom, boom, boom)

Walk in this bitch with Patek on my arm
Don't touch him, you know that he armed, uh (let's go)
I'm really a demon, bitch, I ain't no angel
You play and get smacked with my palm, uh (let's go)
Niggas be fakin', these niggas ain't gangster
Bitch, who is that rappin' that song? Uh (pussy)
All on the 'gram, he say he outside
But probably at home with his mom, huh (oh, really?)

I'm sittin' in court in Givenchy (Givenchy)
Fuck the judge, nigga, fuck the D.A. (fuck 'em, yeah)
Phone calls they keep tryin' to replay (yeah)
All this evidence I'm tryin' to erase
He gon' rat, you can look in his face (pussy, look at him)
He got nothin' to lose and nothin' to make (no)
He'll tell on his dudes to get out them gates (let's go, gang)

He got nothin' to lose and nothin' to make (nothin' to make)
He got somethin' to prove, you got somethin' to take, let's go (let's go)
Geeked off a Xan', I can't fuck on that bitch,
I just hope the lil' ho givin' head (Doe Beezy)
Go to the hood, post up with my cousin
He crippin', but still pour up red (let's go, gang)
Niggas be talkin', runnin' they mouth until they get shot in the head (boom)
Call up my youngin', he run in your house and leave you shot dead in the bed, yeah (oh, really?)

I can't get knocked by the feds (no)
I'm fuckin' her good, she shakin' and boppin' her legs (ayy)
Addicted to Percs, was poppin' them meds
Chauffeur the foreign, I went got a driver instead (skrrt)
Why bring a knife to the fight? This chopper'll put him to bed (grrah)
You thought I fucked on your wife
My nigga that's not what I said, I just got the head (hahaha)

Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (I said what I said, fool)
Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (fool)
Ain't scared of no nigga, just scared of the feds (fool)
Mad max with the chop, I shot at his dreads, uh
Wake up and sent a hit just 'cause I can (fool)
You push me, you dyin', ain't gotta be close to the edge (Doe Beezy, nah)

My young bitch like when I slam her
Hit from the back, if she look, I ain't hidin' the camera (yeah, nah)
I took a flight to Atlanta
Lookin' for 'Tech (yeah), I just need the sprite or a Fanta (yeah, yeah)
I'll get you hit from a text
You pussy, no sex
Hold that bitch nigga for ransom
I had the same vibe when we met
I'll never hide from a threat
I'm smilin' at cameras (let's go)
An opp died, got us dancin' (yeah)
Top down when we landin', yeah, yeah
Forgot my name, call me handsome (yeah)
No more Xans, I was scramblin' (yeah, yeah)
Pocket full of bunch of dead men (dead men)
You ain't fuckin', give me head then (come here)
I see demons, I hop out the bed (I'm out)
Could've leased it, I copped it instead (let's go)

Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (fool)
Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (fool)
Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (fool)
Fuck what you sayin', I said what I said (let's go)

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Writer(s): Cotrell Dennard, David Brewster, Marcus Rucker, Tivon Key