RHUDE BOY

Play the shit you known for, Doe Boy

Everybody, everybody, stop it

Let's go

Yeah

Doe Beezy

Now tell me who want the smoke with us

Body for body, we shoot at faces, you can't go toe to toe with us (Boom, boom)

Opps see that minivan slidin', they know what's up (Skrrt)

Got them pussy **** duckin' down 'cause they know it's up (Pussy)

All my youngins savage, no, we do not give no fuck

.40 hit him, felt like he got hit by a tow truck (Boom, boom)

Bullets hit his body and he died, ain't had no luck

Plug tried to front me, I ran off like, "I owe what?" (Oh, really?)

Stop it

What type of **** gangbang in the streets?

A youngin' taught to shoot at heads and never aim at your feet (Doe Beezy)

If I catch an opp in traffic, leave his brains on the seat (Skrrt)

Only pole I hang with .40, I don't hang with police (Oh, really?)

Ain't no switchin' sides, pussy, you know what mine is

Pussy **** hide, then we go where his mom live

Go against the mob, I'ma show you what slime is (Slatt, slatt)

Try Future in the club, I'ma go out like Shyne did (Oh, really?)

Pussy better go and hide when we hop on your ass, boy

Hope you don't get rude, boy, I'll show you I'm bad, boy

He think I'm a fuck boy, then go ask the last boy

I get too much cash, boy, got bags like the trash, boy

No love, fuck y'all ****, I hope you die a slow death

Catch a body with no stress

Poked his chest out, so he left here with no chest

I'm too fly to box, shootin' guns, don't break no sweat

You dig? (Think I'm playin'?)

What type of **** gangbang in the streets? (Doe Beezy)

A youngin'' taught to shoot at heads and never aim at your feet (Boom, boom)

If I catch an opp in traffic, leave his brains on the seat (Skrrt)

Only pole I hang with .40, I don't hang with police (Oh, really?)

It's 'cause he hardcore thuggin', how I came up from nothin' (Knowles Ave)

I don't like when **** muggin', bitch, you know that I'm clutchin'

Bitch, I came from doin' drills, used to uppin' and bustin'

Now I can race foreigns with Diddy kids, Christian and Justin (Oh, really?)

**** talk that bullshit, that money end of discussion (Let's go)

Big Doe Beezy keep them bands, but I don't play with percussion (Doe Beezy)

You cross me, you know it's somethin', bitch, it's big repercussions (Let's go)

Have you scared to close your eyes, you know the Grim Reaper coming

Boy, you know you not no gangster, take your bitch ass to church then

Wanna be a boss, go take over your turf then

Rubber Band Money Gang, don't know no **** worse than (Gang, gang)

I'm too real, I don't pretend, bitch, I pop Perc' tens (Oh, really?)

What type of **** gangbang in the streets? (Beezy)

A youngin' taught to shoot at heads and never aim at your feet (Boom, boom)

If I catch an opp in traffic, leave his brains on the seat (Skrrt)

Only pole I hang with .40, I don't hang with police

Now tell me who want the smoke with us

Body for body, we shoot at faces, you can't go toe to toe with us

Opps see that minivan slidin', they know what's up

Got them pussy **** duckin' down 'cause they know it's up (Oh, really?)

Let's go, Beezy

Man, hurry up

We over here

Fuck y'all **** waitin' on, man?

Come on

Cash grab

Let's go

Let's roll, right now

Oh, really?