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Doe Beezy On granny, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) On granny, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) On granny, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) L462, gang, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, let's go) I'm tryna run up them bands Give that to my friends, so I can go do it again I come from where you don't win Finally won, but scared I'ma lose it again F**k on his b*t*h, send her back to her n***a She hittin' my phone, tryna do it again Hand-me-downs was all I rocked I ain't have no guap, no, I can't go through it again (Doe Beezy) I'ma f**k her and her friend I hit two hoes in the Benz (Skrrt, skrrt) I got some killers that can't be on camera Play and they shoot like a lens (Brrt, brrt) Ice on my body, I'm drippin' water I wash away all my sins (Woo, woo) Run up on Doe, that's a no go You will end up on the flo' like YSN (Oh really?) He ain't ever caught no body Why you let him run with ya gang? Why he in? (Pu**y) Oh, you thought it was sweet? N***a, try again Slid a hour ago, tell them slide again (Skrrt, boom, boom, boom) Try the band, god, they drummin' Yeah, them chopsticks look like violins Still screamin', "F**k your dead homie" We'll dig him up, he could die again, b*t*h Snuck in the club and I came wit a blick Came in with her man, left on my d**k Sixty K, I Patek my wrist Hundreds shots, I protect my sh*t (Ayy, ooh, yeah, yeah) I'm tryna hit a n***a, I don't shoot in the wind (Brrt, brrt) My lil' stepper caught a body and he ready to do it again (Oh really?) I'm tryna run up them bands Give that to my friends, so I can go do it again I come from where you don't win Finally won, but scared I'ma lose it again F**k on his b*t*h, send her back to her n***a She hittin' my phone, tryna do it again Hand-me-downs was all I rocked I ain't have no guap, no, I can't go through it again I got on Gucci, this ain't even drip, my n***a Don't you see I'm rich, my n***a? You got a Glock but a b*t*h, my n***a You ain't ever hit no n***a He talkin' hot, guess he wanna get lit, my n***a Two-eight in my clip, my n***a Shout out my jeweler, my neck look like p*ss, my n***a That's why b*t*hes pick a n***a I'm tryna hold up my fist with Rollie my wrist And every diamond on it hit Look how I'm holdin' my stick I'm ready to blitz and put a n***a on his sh*t Super hot, I know I'm lit Remember when I wasn't sh*t Now everybody want a pic and everybody on my d**k These n***as switchin' sides If he flippin' sides then we flippin' his whip F**k it, ballin' hard, I need a bucket, makin' money, b*t*h, I love it These b*t*hes be f**kin', that's why I can't do the lovin' And that's why I can't do the trustin', I f**ked, then I'm dubbin' Mama, I'm hot as an oven and all these b*t*hes tryna touch it Look how I'm comin', walk in the room and I'm bussin' Ain't even f**k and she c*mmin' (Yeah, yeah) I'm tryna run up them bands Give that to my friends, so I can go do it again I come from where you don't win Finally won, but scared I'ma lose it again F**k on his b*t*h, send her back to her n***a She hittin' my phone, tryna do it again Hand-me-downs was all I rocked I ain't have no guap, no, I can't go through it again
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