[Dougie B]
(AntiSocial go crazy and it's fact)
(HardHeaded, baby)
(Ayo EliWTF?)
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
[Dougie B]
I'm just playing, ain't get in my bag yet
Married to money, no cuffin', I'm past that
On the 4th, tryna flock at his dad hat
Flock off the peddle, I'm catchin' a flash back
Moving devious, feel like I'm Mad Max
Pull up, get whacked, then get dragged where the trash at
30K or better in the backpack
30 sticks, ladders, and we moving mad tact
[Dougie B]
Like it ain't nothing these niggas could do with me
Bands with the Gucci Amiri and Louis V
Ain't no telling, no, you can't bool with me
DOA, all of my Double R's true to me
Like niggas broke and I'm not with the foolery
Catch me a rapper I'm taking his jewelry
Like Kay-Kay my brother, I know he gon' 'oot for me
I'm high off the Rah, I'm like, “You got it zooted for me”
Oh you gonna spot 'em? We got 'em, we drop 'em
Like no talking, we not with the nonsense
Like die Y, what's a goon to a goblin?
Like any problem, I bet I'ma solve it
Gotta be easy, I can't love me a bitch
I got certain reasons I don't trust me a bitch
30s, Dougz up, now they say I'm the shit
And these niggas be mad that a young nigga rich
[Dougie B & TG Crippy]
I'm just playing, ain't get in my bag yet
Married to money, no cuffin', I'm past that
On the 4th, tryna flock at his dad hat
Flock off the peddle, I'm catchin' a flash back
Moving devious, feel like I'm Mad Max
Pull up, get whacked, then get dragged where the trash at
30k or better in the backpack (Grrah)
30 sticks, ladders, and we moving mad tact (Ah)
[TG Crippy]
Nigga, I put the K to the Yz (OYK)
And I put the K after the G (OGzK)
OY what? Nigga, OG what?
I can't wait till they run into me (Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
Ya'll ain't never do nothin' to me (Do nothin')
Dougie my brother, he dumping for free, like
We was broke, now Amiri the jeans
All these bitches gon' fuck 'cause they know who we be (Like, what?)
Big DOA, when I walk in the spot (DOA)
And it's still free Kay, that's the flock (Free Flock)
Niggas dumb if they come to my block 'cause they know me and cousie gon' let off some shots
We getting money and ya'll niggas broke
Fuck Rah, he died on the phone
Keep a knock while I'm on my way home
If you run up on me, take a shot to the dome (Grrah-grrah)
Sippin' on Wock', pour the Tris
Late night, wit' yo' bitch
I'm off a Perc', and I'm lit
If you say the wrong thing I'ma flock at yo' wig
5th to the Sev, lil' nigga I made that
R.I.P. JB, nigga, that's the Maybach
Stop rappin', 'cause it's straight cap
If it's up, nigga say that
We been flocking at niggas since way back
So if you owe us money, better pay that
Blue flags, money green
Married to money I'm really a fiend
I'm wit' Dougie, can't forget the B
Nigga what, who bigger than we?
Fuck all the opps, niggas know where we be
If ya'll think about spinnin' then nigga let me see
Wait, I just got a Glock wit' a beam
Fuck passin' my shit, I'ma flock out the V
Fuck talkin', we jus gon' hop out the V
Ayo, Dougie, ain't no one bigger than we
[Dougie B]
I'm just playing, ain't get in my bag yet
Married to money, no cuffin', I'm past that
On the 4th, tryna flock at his dad hat
Flock off the peddle, I'm catchin' a flash back
Moving devious, feel like I'm Mad Max
Pull up, get whacked, then get dragged where the trash at
30k or better in the backpack
30 sticks, ladders, and we moving mad tact
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