[00:00.000] 作词 : Cotrell Dennard/Joshua Luellen/Symere Woods
[00:00.773] 作曲 : Cotrell Dennard/Joshua Luellen/Symere Woods
[00:01.546]They niggas said, "**** me" His b***h like me and he broker than me (Doe Beezy, Doe Beezy
[00:06.317]Oh, really? (Yeah)
[00:07.920](What? Gang, what?)
[00:10.578]Gang (Gang)
[00:12.696]What, what, what
[00:14.030]Let's go, let's go
[00:15.092](Ayy, Southside, ayy, Southside)
[00:16.146]Pills turn a nigga to a junkie (Yeah)
[00:16.686]Came out the mud, sip muddy (Muddy)
[00:18.014]Geekin' ho peon be thinkin' I'm lackin', he play with this, get bloody (Let's go)
[00:21.749]I geek out with this thirty (Thirty)
[00:23.608]Hit the mall, blow a whole thirty (Let's go)
[00:25.465]My youngin', he really a savage, he caught him a body and thought it was funny (Hah)
[00:29.457]B***h ass boy said **** m
[00:31.051]Really just mad 'cause his b***h wanna **** me (That's crazy, fool
[00:32.913]Young nigga flexin', I play with a check, ain't no b***h that can say (I dumped me, cuttin' a check
[00:36.631]God in the hood, I run it (I run it), name it, I done it (Yeah)
[00:40.352]Lil' nigga ain't know nothin' (No, no)
[00:42.215]His b***h only thing 'round him bussin' (Oh, really?
[00:44.070]Went to his Mama house, shot up her crib, said we went too far (Said we went too far, brr, brr)
[00:47.529]Can't catch me in traffic, 160 the dash, can't hit this car (Skrrt, skrrt)
[00:51.237]He think she faithful, she need a rich nigga, his b***h get bought (Mwha
[00:54.966]Same nigga I used to smack up, b***h, when you get this hard (That's crazy, b***h
[00:58.698]Trauma teachin' lil' niggas they better not play with the bird (Uh-uh, Freebandz)
[01:02.416]I got this.50, get murdered, can't go out like Ja Rule on earth (Don't do that, Doe Beezy)
[01:06.132]He tried to jump in the streets and his brains got left on the curb (b***h ass nigga
[01:09.600]Geekin' off pills, I wanna shoot at everything that get on my nerves (Brr, brr)
[01:13.310](Think I'm playin')
[01:14.101]Friday, ride through they hood on a bike, might kick they trash (Might kick they trash)
[01:17.304]But I'm Doe Beezy, I ain't lil' Chris and they ain't gon' whip my ass, you dig? (Fool)
[01:21.057]Lambo' too fast, better get out the way when I'm backin' out (Woo, shit)
[01:24.777]Go get a shooter, we shoot up the nigga he braggin' 'bout (Brr, brr)
[01:27.968]I call his b***h and I'm smashin', she know a young nigga havin' (Young nigga havin', Freebandz
[01:31.963]He come 'round here, actin', castin', he gon' end up in a casket
[01:35.696]I had my shooter pull up, hit his basket
[01:37.289]Said he want drama, my niggas dramatic (Let's go)
[01:38.890]RBM, murder fanatic (Gang)
[01:41.015]These niggas b***h, belong in a pageant (b***h)
[01:42.878]I can't **** with 'em, he rat, don't **** with' 'em, we make you get him tatted (Let's go
[01:46.607]Your favorite rapper, he a b***h, I bet he gon' panic, I reach for his Patek (Nah, for real
[01:50.320]Heard he was ballin' so I sent a hitter, my young nigga came through and he batted (Brr, brr)
[01:54.059]Rollie don't Tick-tock, but reach for this b***h, watch this b***h gon' start dancin
[01:57.798]Yeah, man, that b***h ain't nothin
[01:59.396]I ain't even really want her touch, yeah (Oh, really?)
[02:01.542]Put together all my rhymes, but I'm far from a buster
[02:04.982]Make your b***h wait in line, niggas gotta catch up just like mustard
[02:08.979]Every girl with me, probably done suck some
[02:10.567]She said, "You got on too much money"
[02:12.698]She know my b***h gave her hush money (Ayy)
[02:14.569]I buy her Louis V like hush puppies (Ayy, yeah)
[02:16.168]I don't got it, eat got drug stomach
[02:18.023]Take a G-6, I feel like I got vomit
[02:20.152]Gettin' money, I swear that I got hot (What?)
[02:21.738]I remember when I used to sleep on a cot (Huh?)
[02:23.611]Drug lord, yeah, my neck, it got rocks
[02:25.740]I love whores but she love all the guap
[02:27.325]Now she in my tracts while suckin' up d**k
[02:29.206]Baby diamonds on all my Gucci socks (Yeah)
[02:31.052]Stay with beams on bottom my Glock
[02:32.912]Pull out fifty-seven, I just opened the lock (Yeah)
[02:34.775]Man, I knew I had it because I got a lot
[02:36.638]So many cars, I need to go buy a lot
[02:38.489]B***h, I'm hot like a Cheeto, black like Don Cheadle
[02:40.352]Oh, that's your baby? Put her in fetal
[02:42.214]Eternal Atake, open her keyhole (Yeah)
[02:43.816]Got a D-Eagle, clip on it see through (Oh)
[02:45.670]I got the Draco, don't think you heard me (Yeah)
[02:47.531]I make it fly, just like a birdie (Brr)
[02:49.657]Niggas, they fake like a perc 30 (Yeah)
[02:51.256]Put holes in his shirt, just like a jersey (Brr)
[02:53.119]Niggas they think that we cool (Yeah)
[02:55.259]Like Black-Eyed Peas, I will piss on your b*****s like she Fergie (Yeah)
[02:57.100]Did it on purpose
[02:58.163]Birkin, I purse it (Yeah)
[02:58.957]In front of the opps, act like a virgin
[03:00.566]Where this shit come? Took all this purging
[03:02.418]The killers **** with me, they gon' reimburse me
[03:04.292]Marni on Marni, b***h, I can get nerdy
[03:06.140]Pink diamonds on me, they look just like Kirby
[03:08.001]She arch from the back, man, that b***h keep it sturdy
[03:09.865]Drive around NYC like I'm not dirty
[03:11.740]Pills turn a nigga to a junkie (Yeah)
[03:13.598]Came out the mud, sip muddy (Doe Beezy)
[03:15.457]Geekin' ho peon be thinkin' I'm lackin', he play with this, get bloody (Doe Beezy)
[03:18.928]I geek out with this thirty (Thirty)
[03:21.040]Hit the mall, blow a whole thirty (Let's go)
[03:22.642]My youngin', he really a savage, he caught him a body and thought it was funny (Caught him, caught him a body)
[03:26.357]B***h ass boy said **** m
[03:28.213]Really just mad 'cause his b***h wanna **** me (Fool)
[03:30.086]Young nigga flexin', I play with a check, ain't no b***h that can say (Fool)
[03:33.796]God in the hood, I run it (I run it), name it, I done it (Yeah)
[03:35.917]Lil' nigga ain't know nothin' (No, no)
[03:37.775]His b***h only thing 'round him bussin' (Oh, really?
[03:41.503]Lil' nigga ain't know nothin' (No, no)
[03:46.033]Lil' ass nigga, pee-wee ass nigga (Yeah, still bussin', oh, really?)
[03:46.829]Yeah, then we shot at that nigga cousin
[03:51.337]Oh, really? (Yeah)

作词 : Cotrell Dennard/Joshua Luellen/Symere Woods
作曲 : Cotrell Dennard/Joshua Luellen/Symere Woods
They niggas said, "**** me" His b***h like me and he broker than me (Doe Beezy, Doe Beezy
Oh, really? (Yeah)
(What? Gang, what?)
Gang (Gang)
What, what, what
Let's go, let's go
(Ayy, Southside, ayy, Southside)
Pills turn a nigga to a junkie (Yeah)
Came out the mud, sip muddy (Muddy)
Geekin' ho peon be thinkin' I'm lackin', he play with this, get bloody (Let's go)
I geek out with this thirty (Thirty)
Hit the mall, blow a whole thirty (Let's go)
My youngin', he really a savage, he caught him a body and thought it was funny (Hah)
B***h ass boy said **** m
Really just mad 'cause his b***h wanna **** me (That's crazy, fool
Young nigga flexin', I play with a check, ain't no b***h that can say (I dumped me, cuttin' a check
God in the hood, I run it (I run it), name it, I done it (Yeah)
Lil' nigga ain't know nothin' (No, no)
His b***h only thing 'round him bussin' (Oh, really?
Went to his Mama house, shot up her crib, said we went too far (Said we went too far, brr, brr)
Can't catch me in traffic, 160 the dash, can't hit this car (Skrrt, skrrt)
He think she faithful, she need a rich nigga, his b***h get bought (Mwha
Same nigga I used to smack up, b***h, when you get this hard (That's crazy, b***h
Trauma teachin' lil' niggas they better not play with the bird (Uh-uh, Freebandz)
I got this.50, get murdered, can't go out like Ja Rule on earth (Don't do that, Doe Beezy)
He tried to jump in the streets and his brains got left on the curb (b***h ass nigga
Geekin' off pills, I wanna shoot at everything that get on my nerves (Brr, brr)
(Think I'm playin')
Friday, ride through they hood on a bike, might kick they trash (Might kick they trash)
But I'm Doe Beezy, I ain't lil' Chris and they ain't gon' whip my ass, you dig? (Fool)
Lambo' too fast, better get out the way when I'm backin' out (Woo, shit)
Go get a shooter, we shoot up the nigga he braggin' 'bout (Brr, brr)
I call his b***h and I'm smashin', she know a young nigga havin' (Young nigga havin', Freebandz
He come 'round here, actin', castin', he gon' end up in a casket
I had my shooter pull up, hit his basket
Said he want drama, my niggas dramatic (Let's go)
RBM, murder fanatic (Gang)
These niggas b***h, belong in a pageant (b***h)
I can't **** with 'em, he rat, don't **** with' 'em, we make you get him tatted (Let's go
Your favorite rapper, he a b***h, I bet he gon' panic, I reach for his Patek (Nah, for real
Heard he was ballin' so I sent a hitter, my young nigga came through and he batted (Brr, brr)
Rollie don't Tick-tock, but reach for this b***h, watch this b***h gon' start dancin
Yeah, man, that b***h ain't nothin
I ain't even really want her touch, yeah (Oh, really?)
Put together all my rhymes, but I'm far from a buster
Make your b***h wait in line, niggas gotta catch up just like mustard
Every girl with me, probably done suck some
She said, "You got on too much money"
She know my b***h gave her hush money (Ayy)
I buy her Louis V like hush puppies (Ayy, yeah)
I don't got it, eat got drug stomach
Take a G-6, I feel like I got vomit
Gettin' money, I swear that I got hot (What?)
I remember when I used to sleep on a cot (Huh?)
Drug lord, yeah, my neck, it got rocks
I love whores but she love all the guap
Now she in my tracts while suckin' up d**k
Baby diamonds on all my Gucci socks (Yeah)
Stay with beams on bottom my Glock
Pull out fifty-seven, I just opened the lock (Yeah)
Man, I knew I had it because I got a lot
So many cars, I need to go buy a lot
B***h, I'm hot like a Cheeto, black like Don Cheadle
Oh, that's your baby? Put her in fetal
Eternal Atake, open her keyhole (Yeah)
Got a D-Eagle, clip on it see through (Oh)
I got the Draco, don't think you heard me (Yeah)
I make it fly, just like a birdie (Brr)
Niggas, they fake like a perc 30 (Yeah)
Put holes in his shirt, just like a jersey (Brr)
Niggas they think that we cool (Yeah)
Like Black-Eyed Peas, I will piss on your b*****s like she Fergie (Yeah)
Did it on purpose
Birkin, I purse it (Yeah)
In front of the opps, act like a virgin
Where this shit come? Took all this purging
The killers **** with me, they gon' reimburse me
Marni on Marni, b***h, I can get nerdy
Pink diamonds on me, they look just like Kirby
She arch from the back, man, that b***h keep it sturdy
Drive around NYC like I'm not dirty
Pills turn a nigga to a junkie (Yeah)
Came out the mud, sip muddy (Doe Beezy)
Geekin' ho peon be thinkin' I'm lackin', he play with this, get bloody (Doe Beezy)
I geek out with this thirty (Thirty)
Hit the mall, blow a whole thirty (Let's go)
My youngin', he really a savage, he caught him a body and thought it was funny (Caught him, caught him a body)
B***h ass boy said **** m
Really just mad 'cause his b***h wanna **** me (Fool)
Young nigga flexin', I play with a check, ain't no b***h that can say (Fool)
God in the hood, I run it (I run it), name it, I done it (Yeah)
Lil' nigga ain't know nothin' (No, no)
His b***h only thing 'round him bussin' (Oh, really?
Lil' nigga ain't know nothin' (No, no)
Lil' ass nigga, pee-wee ass nigga (Yeah, still bussin', oh, really?)
Yeah, then we shot at that nigga cousin
Oh, really? (Yeah)