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Joe...what are you doing here? are you doing here? What are you doing here?

1: DaBoii]
Bitch!
Get off on who you mad at
Niggas laughin', we is down, now laughed at
Bitch all my kids, I'm a bad dad
Lookin' for revenge with this Glock, we tap tap
Stitch brain on the watch 'em quack, quack
Indian giver his life, he can't have back
He ain't in work, he a half ass
Can't the wave, go on home with your back packed
Bitch! type of shit is you on?
Yeah, your bitch but my dick, she be on
8 in a liter, I sip it be strong
Ain't tryna chase a bag? Dumb then be gone
Offense with straps, you gon' need D
Want beef with the gang? You need cheese
John Cena with tints, you can't see me
Fuck the law, catch a case, nigga Theeze
If I gotta think twice, I think at all
Bitch we won, all smoke, ain't no at all
Treat the ops a blunt, I'll chief 'em all
Before you in that field, nigga kick balls

Yeah, and we is not
You know DaBoii, he a beast you can not him
Take a chain on neck, you are not able
Whole gang of demons, we are not angels
House visit with the chop, that's who cradle
All the on us, but we not cable
Stand tall it all, but we not tables
Niggas wanna play? Game on 'cause we not

[Verse 2: B]

Who the fuck gon' me?
All this ice on, who the fuck rob me?
All these shooters with me, who the gon' try me?
High of the kush, in the you can find me
I fuck with niggas like a Nazi
Nobody else, I know God got me
Hi-Tech turn a nigga to a
And I don't the puss, lil baby just top me (give me head)
I'll set it off in this
Feel like Ross, I'm the boss in this bitch
Smack for a band, get bought in this bitch
Make you bulletproof the whip, like Young Dolph in bitch (boom, boom)
a hundred bands, yeah I did that
Hit the lot, couple bands, yeah I did
This street Naw nigga, you don't live that
Aid or a kick back, real nigga that (lil' nigga)
LV and Gucci, had to
And for the right price, you can get your back
Tired of them broke niggas? I can fix
Just a Glock hit the plug, where them sticks at?
Get to bustin' you niggas runnin', zig-zags (boom, boom)
Hit the road, get the bag, then I flip
All the my brother got, he can't get back
But I got bands for him when he get back
All these styles a nigga got, I'll it up
When you in these streets, ain't no givin' up
Big .40, make a nigga give it up
And reach for the chain, I'ma hit 'em up
Crazy you see your day ones switchin' up
Crazy you see the opp niggas clickin' up
Fuckin' on a ho bitch? You niggas as fuck
And if it ain't about a bag, I ain't up

[Verse 3: T.O.]
First off, suck a nigga
Pole for an opp coming, suck a clip
Clip so long, that poking off my hip
If I wasn't taken, I'd take a bitch
Am I insane? (Yeah bitch it's true)
Six figures to my (Yeah bitch it's true)
Heard I don't fuck with you? (Yeah it's true)
Fuck what you thought, fuck you knew
I'm a gold diggin' nigga, need a check out a
I'll her to the gang, they get neck out the bitch
You was like you with it, what you scared for?
Let me hit it the back, break the headboard
If not, I don't give a
I got in my mouth, when I talk bitches lust
Fuck it up sus, gettin' at me wrong, I'll fuck 'em up sus
Chop with a drum, fuckin' up my lungs
Cops for the Glock, 'cause they think a nigga dumb
You will never see me posin' with another nigga
You never see me clutchin' on another nigga gun
I'm a soldier, I don't got no limit
I'm a car driver, I don't ride no Civic
I'm a wild ass nigga and I act civil
I don't smoke no kush, I smoke no skittles
Addicted to racks, I'm a motherfuckin' thief
All bands still hangin' out my motherfuckin' jeans
Give a nigga all head 'til its dome
I been running at that bag 'til it's gone
Let a nigga hit like I'm Bonds
And I don't with niggas, I'm a Uncle Tom
Four-five on my hip but tote a nine
And if you ever my bitch she was barely mine