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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doe Boy
Doe Boy
Performer
YG
YG
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cotrell Dennard
Cotrell Dennard
Songwriter
Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson
Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson
Composer
Carlton Mays Jr.
Carlton Mays Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Producer
FreshThPharmacy
FreshThPharmacy
Recording Engineer
Rosewood
Rosewood
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
**** one day'll walk down my block (Nose Ave.)
Hop out with the Glock, walk down my opps (Doe Beezy)
Pull a kick door, bet he get out my spot (Pussy)
I'ma make them bitches count when I let off my shots, let's go
Never been a lick, ****, this ain't that
For them blue faces, ****, you get whacked (On the gang)
Countin' more bodies as I count more racks (Freebandz)
**** faking like they gang, they not slime nor slatt, let's go (Slatt, slatt)
[Verse 2]
**** in they feelings but I ain't got no heart
**** never liked me, I don't want 'em to start (Fuck 'em)
Push Doe Beezy buttons, then you know he gon' start (Doe Beezy)
We done shit-bagged more **** than a grocery cart (Oh really?)
**** taking chains for some clout off lames (For some clout off lames)
Bitch, I ain't a rapper, I'll jump off stage (No cap)
Dug his own grave, shouldn't've spoke on the gang (Gang-gang)
Y'all don't know who killed the ****, you just post on your page, ha (Oh really?)
Ex-bitch mad 'cause the bitch can't keep me ('Cause the bitch can't keep me)
Married to my chopper, hoe, the streets still need me
Wanna live your life, you better not fuck with Doe Beezy (Doe Beezy)
You will die young, ****, just like Eazy (Let's go)
**** with an attitude just like Dre
Choppers on deck, **** better not play
We some wild young ****, we ain't fuckin' with lames (Gang-gang)
Bitch, we RBMG, the new NWA (On gang)
[Verse 3]
**** one day'll walk down my block (Nose Ave.)
Hop out with the Glock, walk down my opps (Doe Beezy)
Pull a kick door, bet he get out my spot (Pussy)
I'ma make them bitches count when I let off my shots, let's go
Never been a lick, ****, this ain't that
For them blue faces, ****, you get whacked (On the gang)
Countin' more bodies as I count more racks (Freebandz)
**** faking like they gang, they not slime nor slatt, let's go (Slatt, slatt)
[Verse 4]
If a **** dare fuck with my opps
Treat him just like a opp, shoot it out, get socked
I ain't beefin' over no thot, that's for the 400 block
I be tweakin', I be thinkin' that the plug is a cop
We some dirty ****, bitch, yeah, the money and Glocks
My YGs flatline you, lay you down on the cot
Bitch, I was on the block when it was cold and hot
Bitch, I was on some gangster shit, when I got shot
**** braggin' 'bout a body, ****, bodies is regular
I know about the murder, but I don't tell ya
**** braggin' 'bout a body, ****, bodies is regular
I'm braggin' 'bout a bag, and you ain't flew on Delta
Trick top, 'bout the rules, the trick top come first (Westside, huh)
Buddha, Slim, thinkin', ****, they know all my dirt
Mark a **** out, disrespectin' the turf
Make a bitch **** pull up his skirt
[Verse 5]
**** one day'll walk down my block (Nose Ave.)
Hop out with the Glock, walk down my opps (Doe Beezy)
Pull a kick door, bet he get out my spot (Pussy)
I'ma make them bitches count when I let off my shots, let's go
Never been a lick, ****, this ain't that
For them blue faces, ****, you get whacked (On the gang)
Countin' more bodies as I count more racks (Freebandz)
**** faking like they gang, they not slime nor slatt, let's go (Slatt, slatt)
Written by: Carlton Mays Jr., Cotrell Dennard, Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson
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