Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Yeah Doe Beezy Doe Beezy Doe Beezy Big Doe Beezy, excuse me Fuck y'all talking about Hopped in the streets jumped in head first (jumped in head first) We don't shoot below the waist bitch we shoot head first (brrr) I don't have no money problems cuz I put the bands first Only problems that I got is who I want dead first (oh really) Fuck a Covid-19 (Fuck a Covid-19) I'm still outside with a Glock 19 I got cake all in my pockets neck full of ice cream All your homies dying nigga you ain't on the right team You ain't with the gang you on the wrong side, bitch Kick your door and leave your baby momma hog tied bitch You can't call I a bitch You can't call I a snitch You can't call I a broke boy Can't even call my check You don't really rock designer, what you know about them kicks? See my gang up in the party snuck them poses in the brr brr Said he with the shits but I don't know about his clique Saw a op in traffic then I dove out that whip Million dollars later I'm still posted up on Knowles Heard he scraped the bowls, scraped his face with this pole Get a nigga murdered then hop right back on the roll Pussy ain't gon' catch a body probably won't even catch a cold Ain't gon' put his hands on my why he lyin sayin that Only time I be knocked out is in the back seat of a maybach Keep your barber drinking son Rock your ass to sleep we gon' come through when you don't think we coming Leave that nigga slumped over cuz he think he tough as fuck We hop out we running up Shots to the neck he drunk as fuck (oh really) I been poppin pill gon' make me pick back up the double cup I thought they was gon' come up the store we had to double up Posted in the hood with that on (with that on)