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Seeing Red
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Doe Boy
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In and out of sh*t Hoppin' in and out Uh Hoppin' in and out of sh*t, back the foreigns down back to back Caddy truck, cameras everywhere, b*t*h, I never lack Hundred hundreds in my bankroll Three days, same clothes This new money, trust me, if it's not, I don't change clothes Hoppin' in and out of sh*t, back the foreigns down back to back Caddy truck, cameras everywhere, b*t*h, I never lack Hundred hundreds in my bankroll Three days, same clothes This new money, trust me, if it's not, I don't change clothes Cold case, shoot him in his sh*t, uh, case closed Bust down, stones everywhеre, b*t*h, chain froze Big body huggin' both lanes, it's comin' both ways Morе grindin', I been playin' less and now I'm more paid Uh-huh They, they like, "Yak, I hope you grindin'," I'm like, "Uh-huh" B*t*h, I make my shooters spin your block 'til the law come Then I make 'em spin again soon as the law gone Wave that TEC and watch 'em scatter just like roaches, they gon' all run Uh-huh They, they like, "Yak, I hope you grindin'," I'm like, "Uh-huh" B*t*h, I make my shooters spin your block 'til the law come Then I make 'em spin again soon as the law gone Wave that TEC and watch 'em scatter just like roaches— Ayy, b*t*h, I been that n***a, uh, every since I left the porch Mom told me up my grade, b*t*h, I was tryna up the torch I wasn't runnin' 'round no hall, I was tryna up the score She think I'm thinkin' with my d**k, I wasn't worryin' 'bout no ho (Doe Beezy, let's go) Uh, come through spinnin' back to back (Buh, buh, buh) Shoot this b*t*h like Kobe, then I pa** the blick to Baby Shaq (Buh, buh, buh, buh) Countin' up these stacks, f**k around and have the rack attack (Racks, racks, racks, rack) We let choppers clap, b*t*h, I let these f**kin' rappers rap (You think I'm playin'?) Grab the stick from Yak, uh, finna hit the opp block (Grrah) She outside, you get your mother shot, you sweet, b***erscotch (Grrah) Hundreds in this mop and I got a hundred in my chop (Let's go) I put thirty on my Glock and I put thirty on your top, ho (Oh, really?) Boss man Beezy, I live like I'm El Chapo (Doe Beezy) Tryna put the play down, I don't trust her, I'll pop a ho (Buh, buh, buh, buh) Beezy on your a**, let your partners know (Buh, buh, buh, buh) You jump in this beef, you dead, Geronimo, let choppers go, uh (Oh, really?) Uh-huh They, they like, "Yak, I hope you grindin'," I'm like, "Uh-huh" B*t*h, I make my shooters spin your block 'til the law come Then I make 'em spin again soon as the law gone Wave that TEC and watch 'em scatter just like roaches, they gon' all run Uh-huh They, they like, "Yak, I hope you grindin'," I'm like, "Uh-huh" B*t*h, I make my shooters spin your block 'til the law come Then I make 'em spin again soon as the law gone Wave that TEC and watch 'em scatter just like roaches, they gon' all run
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