Travis Barker, UnoTheActivist - Doeburger lyrics

Oh, you rocking with that? Yeah
Might just hop on the beat like, "Yeah"
I don't even remember how I hop in
Travis,  you killed it

Pull up with the 40, hit 'em, yeah
Ice gon' get 'em, gon' chill 'em, yeah
Niggas mad that I won't get 'em
Niggas need to be happy I don't kill 'em
Ooh, and the car, full throttle
Baby, rub me like I'm a genie in bottle
Yeah, hop out back, 40 follow
Huh, hop out back and then the 40 follow me

Huh, me? I'm gon' pop my collar, then
Told that bitch I won't see
But until tomorrow then
I'm gon' nut on her and
She gon' swallow kid
Baby, give me head, yeah
Please acknowledge me
Chopper tighten off, it go out back, yeah
Make you wanna bang, you don't even bang
Yeah snub nose, close range
Uh, told that boy to get
Like parachutes and hang there
Huh, boy, you better hang there hang tight
Hmm, chopper hit, aim right
Said, the copper hit 'em, ain't light
(Ooh, nope) everything I do they bite
Like a Mike and Ike
Knock 'em out, Mike Tyson knock 'em

Pull up with the 40, hit 'em, yeah
Ice gon' get 'em, gon' chill 'em, yeah
Niggas mad that I won't get 'em
Niggas need to be happy I don't kill 'em
Ooh, and the car, full throttle
Baby, rub me like I'm a genie in bottle
Yeah, hop out back, 40 follow
Huh, hop out back and then the 40 follow me

New Rollie with the big rocks
Got a new seat with the big shots
Know i keep the top down on the drop-top
Know I gotta keep a Glock with a red dot
Young hot nigga, always on that bullshit
Two chains on, got some buffs and a new fit
Bitch, every time you see me it's a new whip
Try to play he get left on the news clip
Bitch, you better snap back to reality
I'm balling like a athlete
That's why you niggas mad at me
His mom seen his dead body, that's a tragedy
With all this money
I provide for all my family
New bitch, switch cars on a new day
Don't beef, lil' bitch
'cause I'm too paid
Swerving in the big body, it take two lanes
Got a bad ass bitch with some mood swings
I ain't worried 'bout nothing
I'ma boss up
I'm really out here fucking niggas mamas
If you play with the squad we gon' pop you
I'm a savage, grew my dreads like a Rasta
Like I said, play with me, bitch
It's cut-throat
He get smoked, he tried to up
His homie got toast
Your bitch a flirt, she gon' do the most
Ay, you can catch me sliding
In that black Ghost

Pull up with the 40, hit 'em, yeah
Ice gon' get 'em, gon' chill 'em, yeah
Niggas mad that I won't get 'em
Niggas need to be happy I don't kill 'em
Ooh, and the car, full throttle
Baby, rub me like I'm a genie in bottle
Yeah, hop out back, 40 follow
Huh, hop out back and then the 40 follow me