[Intro: Doe Boy]
(Ayy man, Cray just hit my line, told me niggas talkin bout he got a dub on his head, man, nigga) Oh, really
And I got my mask on while Im rappin, nigga, Im on that bullshit, nigga, the **** is you talkin bout, big Doe Beezy (The **** is a dub, nigga, what you gon do with that? Haha)
Top shotta , don dada niggas (Rubberband murder gang, rubberband money gang, nigga)
Put some gas on these niggas hoes
[Chorus: Doe Boy]
Amiri head to toe, all these bad bitches diggin it (Lets go)
Ridin with a .50, she gon **** on this Givenchy (**** on that Givenchy)
Lambo truck with my shooters (Skrrt) with some switches in it (Lambo , Lambo)
Hop up out that bitch, walk you down, then get missin in it (Boom, boom, boom, boom, hes in there)
Hes outta here, now, Im outta here, uh (Im outta here, Im gone, Im gonе)
Shoot up the party if we catch the opps in hеre (****, they outta here, they gone)
You see me in traffic, better know them Glocks in here (They gone)
On they life, they fifty racks but its a thousand shots in here (Oh, really?)
[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
Hold on, hey (Hello , hello)
Thats me wavin at my opps (Hello)
I got mans on they block, bitch, I come through wavin Glocks (How yall been?)
I got mad, look in his eye before I hit him with the chop (Boom, boom, boom)
Dont cop from bro, he savage, shake your hand, then hit you with the wop (Oh,really? Fetti, fetti)
Fifty racks on me (Racks, racks), got a opp thot with me (Lets go)
Dare her get a drop up, that hoe gettin dropped with me (Bah, grr, I dare you)
All these shots with me, damn, the shit feel like infinity (I dare you)
Bought that bitch a foreign, bitch, hop out that Infiniti (Cmhere baby)
In the hood , drop top, bitch, I feel like Kennedy
I aint never worried, bitch, Im richer than my enemies
He in the grave, they know who dug that
Let me shut up, gotta hold my tongue back
Pistol get to wylin, tweakin, need to hold my gun back
Im big homie, Im not worried bout no little bitty rugrat
I **** with the scammers, bro cant wait to punch that
And I **** with the robbers, trappers and killers pushin skulls back
[Chorus: Doe Boy]
Amiri head to toe, all these bad bitches diggin it (Lets go)
Ridin with a .50, she gon **** on this Givenchy (Racks, racks, **** all that)
Lambo truck with my shooters (Skrrt) with some switches in it (Lambo, Lambo)
Hop up out that bitch, walk you down, then get missin in it (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hes outta here, now, Im outta here, uh (Im outta here, Im gone, Im gone)
Shoot up the party if we catch the opps in here (****, they outta here)
You se me in traffic, better know them Glocks in here (They gone)
On they life, they fifty racks but its a thousand shots in here
[Verse 2: Nardo Wick]
On the lot, they forty shots, heavey day two-twenty
He keep talkin with his fingers, do him like they did Sunny
Paid in full like Im Mitch but my nose not runny
So a nigga cant wipe it, other words , cant slime me
Other words, cant snake me
Like I do line and there leaves on they block
Ima pull up, get the huh, huh, get to blowin
Like I play ball and they street full of hoops
Ima pull up, get the huh, huh, get to scorin
Pull up the number before five and the letter after N
Everybody look surprised and say, 'Who the *** * is him?'
Once that money on your mind, killers, aint no stoppin them
[Chorus: Doe Boy]
Amiri head to toe, all these bad bitches diggin it (Lets go )
Ridin with a .50, she gon **** on this Givenchy (**** all that)
Lambo truck with my shooters (Skrrt) with some switches in it (Lambo, Lambo)
Hop up out that bitch, walk you down, then get missin in it (Boom, boom, boom)
Hes outta here, now, Im outta here, uh (Im outta here, Im gone, Im gone)
Shoot up the party if we catch the opps in here (****, they outta here)
You se me in traffic, better know them Glocks in here (They gone)
On they life, they fifty racks but its a thousand shots in here (Oh, really?)
[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Bro know he got static in the Raq, call Swerv
He got money, he get niggas whacked, thats what yall heard
Lot of stashes through the trenches, put a safe house in theburbs
Keep the windows up, we hoppin out, the driver jump the curb, some nerve
Opps aint on they block, somehow they speakin words
**** Herb, must aint hear what happened, he said somethin to Herb
Spin for thirty days straight, you hit his face, you get a curve
Hunnid K before the first, I give you fifty by the third
Ayy, Doe, what you finna do? See them niggas shoot
Im with villains, I be drillin too, know that feelin too
Aint on pills so I be chillin, boolin, I be feelin cool
I get angry, I be in the mood, watch a nigga ooze on his shoes
OPP PARTY