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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
swallow all my kids, I'm a bad dad
Lookin' for revenge this Glock, once we tap tap
Stitch brain on the opps 'em quack, quack
Indian giver with his life, he have back
He ain't putting in work, he a ass
Can't ride the wave, go on home with back packed
Bitch! type of shit is you on?
Yeah, that's your but my dick, she be on
8 in a liter, I sip it be strong
Ain't tryna a bag? Dumb bitch then be gone
Offense with them straps, you need D
beef with the gang? You 'gon need cheese
John Cena with them tints, you see me
Fuck the law, a case, nigga free Theeze
If I gotta think twice, I think at all
we won, all smoke, ain't no peace at all
Treat the ops a blunt, I'll chief 'em all
you play in that field, nigga kick balls

Yeah, and we is not
You DaBoii, he a beast you can not tame him
Take a on this neck, you are not able
gang full of demons, we are not angels
House visit the chop, that's who rock cradle
All the eyes on us, but we not
Stand tall through it all, but we not
Niggas wanna play? Game on we not playful

[Verse 2: B]

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

3: Yhung T.O.]
First off, a nigga dick
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)
I don't fuck with you? (Yeah bitch it's true)
Fuck what you thought, what you knew
I'm a gold nigga, need a check out a bitch
I'll pass her to the gang, get neck out the bitch
You was textin' like you it, what you scared for?
Let me hit it from the back, break the
If not, I don't give a
I got diamonds in my mouth, when I talk lust
Fuck it up sus, gettin' at me wrong, I'll fuck 'em up sus
with a drum, cook fuckin' up my lungs
Cops looking for the Glock, 'cause they think a dumb
You never see me posin' with another nigga funds
You will never see me clutchin' on another gun
Bitch I'm a soldier, I got no limit
I'm a foreign car driver, I ride no Civic
I'm a ass nigga and I don't act civil
I don't smoke no kush, I don't smoke no
Addicted to them racks, I'm a motherfuckin'
All these bands still out my motherfuckin' jeans
Give a nigga all head 'til its dome
I been at that bag 'til it's barely gone
Let a nigga hit I'm Barry Bonds
And I don't fuck with niggas, I'm a Tom
Four-five on my hip but I'll a nine
And if you ever take my bitch she was barely