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Chorus
Baby talking gang and shit but we know they sweet Pussy
We gon' spin the fucking block 7 days a week, ayy Brr
They just do this shit for play-play, we play for keeps Boom
I ain't gotta shoot at you no more, I pay for beef
Gang

Verse
Trapping down your block, the youngins come through with them cutters Brr, brr
Rubber band, Murder Gang, young ign'ant motherfuckers Hey, hey
They be doing all the sneak dissing, never touch us Boom
They know been I spin around this way, they got us fucked up Oh really
Got me fucked up, I'm still the same Doe Beezy from back then
I was like 9 years old, wanted a MAC-10
Real man, we smashing, me and Blaze the blast twins Gang
Take the plug out soon as we hear it pack in
Said they heard my name, these niggas mad I'm out here shining Yeah
Only thing that's on my neck is Eliante diamonds Damn
RBMG be mobbing, Gang, gang, gang, gang I can't stop them boys from robbing No-no
Your bitch is better-minded for them boys, shoot where your mind is
Wipe a nigga nose, he think he's slatt, slow him where slime is Slatt, slatt
I just be on the track, say this and that, tell 'em what mine did
Bodies dropping Back to back to back, you know what time it is Brr, brr, brr
Catch somebody in Cleveland, I might post up at Lebron crib Lebron crib
Or I might go to Odell Beckham house, ooh I'm flexing now
That bitch who love a group, she just happy with me texting now Boom
Them boys in the hood, Murderland, we bring them stretchers out
He said Doe let me out, you know I let him out Skrrt
'Cause I can't ride in traffic with no nigga that ain't bout it Nope, nope
Shot him in his face, surprised they knew him when they found him
Play with big Doe Bizzy, I'mma X 'em out like Malcolm
If you ain't tryna spend, run around, you can't be 'round them Them niggas, boom
Bodies ass tracking, multiplying, might surround them
Yeah they ass be slime but they don't score you better not count them Brr-brr, brr
We up and I forget who just died, we ain't even count him Haha, ha
Yeah, Lil Beezy's chilling 'cause his eyes chilling, better not doubt him
You know them guys gon' blast on me, you play me it's a tragedy Gang, it's a tragedy
Let me out early, I know Justin and Berg mad at me Haha
She made a mistake, I'm out here tweaking, who wan' battle me Gang, gang
Naw, I ain't talking 'bout no rapping, I'm speaking actually Oh, really
And everything I really be talking, it be factually It be factually
Shopped with the plug and he know better, ain't putting no tax on me Don't put no tax on me, bitch
The drugs fucked, booling with a couple racks on me Yeah
All black Hellcat, Doja Cat mad at me Boom
War time, nigga bring them choppas out Brr, brr
Tryna invest in real estate and bought my opp's Momma's house Ah
We gon' pull up with AKs, you better move your Momma out
Your bitch a groupie, you should loan her to a page and sign her out Oh really
Got a gun, nigga, with a fucking TEC, he don't want no check
He just want some respect Brr, brr, brr
Wake up, bodies getting catched, tryna found out who next Yeah, yeah-yeah
Sat up, it's a bet Oh really

Chorus
Baby talking gang and shit but we know they sweet Pussy
We gon' spin the fucking block 7 days a week, ayy Brr
They just do this shit for play-play, we play for keeps Boom
I ain't gotta shoot at you no more, I pay for beef For beef
Gang