lirik lagu doa – yagi b
[hook]
steady geekin’, i feel like i only got me, but i’m walkin’ around with a hitter
i could care less ‘bout a label
n*ggas be p*ssy, only around ‘cause they dishing it out
how you slidin’ for me, you ain’t slide for yourself
know they hate that i’m winnin’, i’m proud of myself
and b*tches get shot too, everything been dead
point to the bread, n*gga, shut up or get mad
learned how to trap, i was swervin’
23 shots in my lap, like, “who wanna die?”
and i’m still smoking on raymond, know they be mad he went out in the car like rah
beam on the gun, don’t chase him
really don’t care if he run, he still gеt fried
d*doa this, doa that, n*gga, get off my doa d*ck
[verse]
nevеr did sh*t for your block, claiming you drilly, but them n*ggas claiming you not
how many n*ggas got shot?
boy, you a dummy, you think i ain’t spinning for mines
still gotta stick to the plan, i need me a couple of m’s, i been runnin’ through bands
cruisin’ around in a wraith when it’s sunny, t*two guns tryna blaze on a bunny (a*aye nxrre)
nesty a b*tch, on his knees screaming, “ygk”
you thought i forgot, but i didn’t
f*flash wanna diss, but he never gonna spin through my way
so i rolled up his mother and lit it
a*and i’m smoking on dudeylo pops
double*gk, jt in a box
murda g needa stay off the sticks
e*wuu just rappin’ and do what he told to
got a whole lot of shots for lil’ mdot, do ‘em like yeesh, tryna give him a chest shot
mdub block to my d*ck, still ain’t gon’ spin
money mad up in the spliff
l*l*look, brodie got rich, then we got sticks, walkin’ around wit’ fns
true to my block, i ain’t changing for sh*t
j*st**z you a b*tch, free dyk* had you ducking in lyft
still shook from the .40 cal
lil uzi just talking, you look like a f*cking clown
and this n*gga all talk, he don’t really want war, if i slide to your door where you running now?
[hook]
steady geekin’, i feel like i only got me, but i’m walkin’ around with a hitter
i could care less ‘bout a label
n*ggas be p*ssy, only around ‘cause they dishing it out
how you slidin’ for me, you ain’t slide for yourself
know they hate that i’m winnin’, i’m proud of myself
and b*tches get shot too, everything been dead
point to the bread, n*gga, shut up or get mad
learned how to trap, i was swervin’
23 shots in my lap, like, “who wanna die?”
and i’m still smoking on raymond, know they be mad he went out in the car like rah
beam on the gun, don’t chase him
really don’t care if he run, he still get fried
d*doa this, doa that, n*gga, get off my doa d*ck
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