[Doodie Lo]
(Now it's not magic, but it looks magical)
This ain't even no lean, it's cranberry juice
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
Ayy
Stay ten toes, you know? Big Doodie Lo
[Doodie Lo]
What the fuck is wrong with me? I think my mind is goin' crazy
How you wanna snake me out? You don't wanna see me make it
Fuck them niggas that be hatin', I know real Z's they Haitian
We eat golden rice, they say I am what I eat
I keep killers with me, I can get you touched for a verse
Put his ass on a shirt, put his ass in the dirt
Niggas dissin' V. Roy, that's really gonna get 'em hurt
We just up in the party, throwin' bands at a show
Why that nigga talkin' like he official? Niggas the softest tissue
And them guns that you niggas is postin', I hope you brought 'em with you
Fuck it, kill all them niggas, I ain't gonna argue with you
Caught him had his father with him, past you a father, nigga
They say, "Doodie, get you some security, you a artist, nigga"
I be movin' militant, it's gon' be real hard to get me
Ain't seen him a long time, fuck, I'm on my wrong mind
Caught his ass loafin' with a bitch, that was on time
[Doodie Lo]
They say, "Doodie, you don't even know who you are now"
Gotta watch how I move now 'cause I'm a star now
Never put my guards down
Sold dope, tar brown
I was sippin' lotta syrp
Smoke dope, no Durk
Xanax, no Perc'
Studio, no shirt
Never claim yo' worth
Slime me out, it won't work
Put a bitch on you
Duck, switch, don't move
Fucked up, wrong dude
Boom, boom, fuck dude
[Trippie Redd]
Livin' in his life of sin, All I wanna do is win
Pullin' up with FNs, aim 'em at your damn lid
What's up with your best friend? Heard that nigga turned pig
Bitch, you know that I'm the G.O.A.T., stomp 'em out in some Gucci loafs
Step on shit, we Gucci ho', I'm livin' rich, not goin' broke
Pull up in that foreign ho', slidin' 'round with Doodie Lo
Lookin' like a D boy, peanut butter seats, boy
From the block we destroy, R.I.P. V. Roy
[Doodie Lo]
They say, "Doodie, you don't even know who you are now"
Gotta watch how I move now 'cause I'm a star now
Never put my guards down
Sold dope, tar brown
I was sippin' lotta syrp
Smoke dope, no Durk
Xanax, no Perc'
Studio, no shirt
Never claim yo' worth
Slime me out, it won't work
Put a bitch on you
Duck, switch, don't move
Fucked up, wrong dude
Boom, boom, fuck dude
Bitch
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