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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doe Boy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cotrell Dennard
Songwriter
Jerrick Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J Reezy
Producer
FreshThPharmacy
Recording Engineer
Rosewood
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Gang, you think I'm playin'?
Grr, bah, bah, bah, bah
You think I'm playin'?
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
You think I'm playin'?
On that old dog shit today, Doe Beezy
[Chorus]
Walkin' through the hood on my block with my glizzy (Let's go, rah)
I shoot like old dog with that Glock, I get busy
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Posted on the set, full of hunnids, not a fifty (Let's go)
Catch me hangin' with the Bloods out in LA, who Chiriqqy? (Oh, really?)
I'm in Cleveland with my felons, bitch, we terrorize the city (Brrat, brrat)
Don't compare me to no rapper who ain't never shot his blicky
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Knot full of blues, don't see not a twenty (Blues, twenty)
Came in with them tools, broski got the semi (Tools)
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
[Verse 1]
Came in with like two sticks, picked the toolkit (Grr)
Get that ****, "Shh," whacked, on my to-do list (Pussy)
I was just eatin' jail brace, now I'm in Ruth Chris's (Facts)
And I might jack on that goon shit, he really do shit (You think I'm playin'?)
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Keep one in the head (Head), ain't no need to cock it
Ain't no need to cock it
You know damn well I ain't goin', boy, stop it (Boom)
Choppa like my, baby, lemme rock-a-bye it
Did a drill, now I feel bad, I gotta put it up for adoption
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Ask 'em, "Who the hottest?" Bet they say me (Doe Beezy)
Shot at them, they ate you back, dammit, they sweet
(Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, mwah)
Pussy **** scared of me, it's clear as HD (Facts)
Fuck the 'plause, but these VVSs made me say, "Cheese" (Oh, really?)
[Chorus]
Walkin' through the hood on my block with my glizzy (Grrt)
I shoot like old dog with that Glock, I get busy
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Posted on the set, full of hunnids, not a fifty
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Catch me hangin' with the Bloods out in LA, who Chiriqqy? (Oh, really? Rah)
I'm in Cleveland with my felons, bitch, we terrorize the city (Brrt)
Don't compare me to no rapper who ain't never shot his blicky (No, boom)
Knot full of blues, don't see not a twenty (Blues, don't see not a twenty)
Came in with them tools, broski got the semi (Tools, grrah, rah)
[Outro]
You think I'm playin'?
You think I'm playin'?
Oh, really?
Written by: Cotrell Dennard, Jerrick Davis