Top Songs By Doe Boy
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doe Boy
Vocals
Lola Brooke
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lola Brooke
Songwriter
Cotrell Dennard
Songwriter
Hendrix Smoke
Songwriter
B March
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hendrix Smoke
Producer
B March
Producer
Rosewood
Mastering Engineer
AntMixedit
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Oh, really?
D-O-E Beezy
Oh, oh, oh, oh
D-O-E Beezy
Hey, baby
Oh, really?
[Verse 1]
Ready or not, here I come (Here I come, here I come)
This two-piece on Nyquil, so please don't get slumped (Da-da-da-da)
My **** fuck me 'til I'm numb (Mwah)
Fuck me till I— Uh
And every bitch want smoke, save your lungs
With my ****, ain't gon' feel me
Love 'em all sincerely
Baddest bitch up in NYC, clearly (Grrrr)
None of these **** never been near me
Somehow they bitch gon' fear me
I know I be in the wrong, but a bitch still won't spare me
Hmm, ayo, Doe Boy
What's up?
Do you know, boy?
Oh, really?
Ayo, Lola, I just slumped boy by his Rolls-Royce
Two-thousand-dollar Prada shoes, step on broke boys
Uh-huh
Dick all in your BM throat, she gettin' choked, boy (Mwah, come here, baby)
I'm in Brooklyn with the gangsters, know I'm safe (Hahaha)
I be with the Shmurdas, NYPD know my face (Hahaha)
Drop a **** faster than my lawyer drop a case
You love me, tell me where he stay so I can spin it like the combo on my safe
Posted in the slums with my gun
Bad as fuck, lick her up till she cum on my tongue
Every **** 'round me got a gun where I'm from (Gang, gang, gang)
I don't go for nothin', thought I was goin' for somethin', are you dumb? (Fool)
[Verse 2]
How you bitches fuckin' local **** to go worldwide? (Are you dumb?)
I got hitters watchin' over me like they my third eye (They my— Uh)
Butter pecan, pearl white, **** terrified (Mwah, mwah, mwah)
Blood boiling, so this glizzy gettin' sterilized
And I got that heat to make your temperature go scuba dive (I like that, uh)
[Verse 3]
Don't go against the mob, you better off committin' suicide
Ridin' through NY, in Bed-Stuy, out here, it's do or die
Pussy here, pussy there, can't make my mind up who to try
Dumped the heat so much, I fucked around and got the cooler hot
Bitch said it was smoke and seen him, damn, why you ain't shoot the guy?
Transportin' drugs, lil' broski got his Uber hot
Make me mad, I spank that ass, I do it like I do the opps (Mwah, come here, baby)
[Verse 4]
**** do not spin blocks, **** gettin' blocked off (Blocked off)
Bitches be the new fiends, gettin' ****' rocks off (Uh)
I don't give a fuck about the govy and they top laws (I don't)
**** cannot get back, we already dropped y'alls
My **** act so freaky, I get in, I just drop drawers (Hey, baby)
He ask me who pussy that it is and I said, "Not yours" (I'm sorry)
I don't give no fucks about whose seat, we don't do lapdogs (I don't, I don't, I don't)
Tell my **** go pop y'alls
Oh, really?)
I got you
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh (Uh-huh)
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh (Uh-huh)
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh, yeah
'Cause I'ma throw my shit, don't even worry about it
Fuck up out of here
Oh, really?
Written by: B March, Cotrell Dennard, Hendrix Smoke, Lola Brooke