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TooDope, TooDope
Beezy, baby Oh yeah
808 Mafia
Sosa, baby Bang, bang
Doe, doe, doe, doe GBE baby
Doe, doe, doe, doe Gang, Doe Beezy
Let's go

Chorus: Doe Boy & Chief Keef
Young rich nigga keep a pole tucked Doe, bang
I'm icy than a fuck but I never froze up Nah, for real
Hatin' in the plug, mad they bitches chose us Gang, gang
That's your main ho but that ain't what she told us Nah, for real, gang, gang
Said you gon' blow who You gon' blow what Oh, really
Thought I was a ho and then you woke up Then you woke up, pussy
I'm just like my money, I can't fold up No, no, let's go
Four shootin' out the car, we gon' get closer Let's go

Verse 1: Doe Boy
Ice shinin' you better not takе a step closer No, no
Treat that lil' bitch likе my main but I won't post her No, no
I'm on Nose Avenue, that's where I post up Yeah, yeah, Nose Ave
Big birds, bitch, I'm a vulture Gang, gang, let's go
I think Doe Beezy a ho You must be coked up Doe Beezy, boom
Get you whacked with my feet kicked up, bitch, I'm Sosa Doe Beezy, Doe Beezy
Youngin' got the block hot, he popped out with that toaster Brr, brr
On your block in all black but he ain't throwin' folks up You think I'm playin'
Run the game, see 'em See 'em
Wouldn't wanna be him No, no
Money famous, bitches, groupies, it go down in my DM Let's go
All that talkin' on the 'Gram got layed down 'cause of DM Brr
Spray from AM to the PM, prolly kill a nigga B.M. Goddamn
Everybody get it, don't care who was there Don't care who was, no, no
Computer thuggin' 'til we spin him like computer chairs Skrrt, boom, boom
I can't trust a soul, I don't know who'll tell Who'll tell, yeah
My niggas demons, give a fuck, they gon' be cool in here Oh, really Gang, gang, gang, gang

Chorus: Doe Boy & Chief Keef
Young rich nigga keep a pole tucked Pole tucked
I'm icy than a fuck but I never froze up Brr
Hatin' in the plug, mad they bitches chose us Hah, gang, gang
That's your main ho but that ain't what she told us Boom, gang, gang
Said you gon' blow who You gon' blow what You gon' blow what
Thought I was a ho and then you woke up Doe Beezy
I'm just like my money, I can't fold up Freebandz
Four shootin' out the car, we gon' get closer Sosa, baby

Verse 2: Chief Keef
I don't love bitches Ayy
I love poles Ayy
Gon' try to fan Fan
Get your ass blowed Bop
Clean ass nigga Nigga
Dirty ass hoes Ayy
A dirty ass stick, that's a dirt ass pole
Game up a nigga on a dirty ass floor Bang
Crackhead steady knockin' Ayy, on a dirty ass door Ayy
She talkin' down on me with some dirty ass toes Bitch
Nigga pay up 'fore your mouth be foreclosed Gah, bang
Woke up, marble floors Doo-doo-doo
Eight double doors Doo-doo-doo
Pay a booster nigga up like some stolen clothes Skrrt
Double-barrel shotty, that's a double dose Ayy
Big ass strap in my pants like Jeboz Bang, bang, bang
Fly black crows, sellin' white dope Huh
Sellin' ten crack Huh, everything must go Huh
Neck, North Pole Ayy
But I ain't never froze Blick
Lava in the gun, that's a volcano Bang, bang, bang

Chorus: Doe Boy
Young rich nigga keep a pole tucked Yeah, yeah
I'm icy than a fuck but I never froze up Yeah, yeah
Hatin' in the plug, mad they bitches chose us Gang, gang
That's your main ho but that ain't what she told us Boom, yeah, yeah
Said you gon' blow who You gon' blow what You gon' blow what
Thought I was a ho and then you woke up Bang
I'm just like my money, I can't fold up Bang, let's go
Four shootin' out the car, we gon' get closer Bang, let's go
Boom, boom, boom

Outro: Chief Keef
Bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang