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They niggas said, Fuck me His bitch 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

Chorus: Doe Boy & Lil Uzi Vert
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
Pussy ass boy said fuck me
Really just mad 'cause his bitch wanna fuck me That's crazy, fool
Young nigga flexin', I play with a check, ain't no bitch that can say I dumped me, cuttin' a check

Post-Chorus: Doe Boy & Lil Uzi Vert
God in the hood, I run it I run it, name it, I donе it Yeah
Lil' nigga ain't know nothin' No, no
His bitch only thing 'round him bussin' Oh, really

Verse 1: Doe Boy & Lil Uzi Vert
Went to his Mama housе, 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 bitch get bought Mwha
Same nigga I used to smack up, bitch, when you get this hard That's crazy, pussy
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 Bitch ass nigga
Geekin' off pills, I wanna shoot at everything that get on my nerves Brr, brr

Verse 2: Doe Boy
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 bitch 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 bitches, belong in a pageant Pussy
I can't fuck with 'em, he rat, don't fuck wit' 'em, we make you get him tatted Let's go
Your favorite rapper, he a pussy, 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 bitch, watch this bitch gon' start dancin'

Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert
Yeah, man, that bitch 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 bitch 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 bitch 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 cock
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
Bitch, 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 fuck on your bitches 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 fuck with me, they gon' reimburse me
Marni on Marni, bitch, I can get nerdy
Pink diamonds on me, they look just like Kirby
She arch from the back, man, that bitch keep it sturdy
Drive around NYC like I'm not dirty

Chorus: Doe Boy & Lil Uzi Vert
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
Pussy ass boy said fuck me
Really just mad 'cause his bitch wanna fuck me Fool
Young nigga flexin', I play with a check, ain't no bitch that can say Fool

Post-Chorus: Doe Boy & Lil Uzi Vert
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 bitch 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