Big Yavo - RIP Doe B lyrics
[Big Yavo - RIP Doe B lyrics]
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Uh, ridin' 'round loaded
Ziploc bags and a scale with me
I ain't gon' lie, by now
I pictured Lil Ray there with me
If my day one ain't tell
I'd have Mansur and Trell with me
This shit fucked up, you can't
Even tell who'll tell, nigga
Give a fuck what they be talkin' 'bout
Your bitch know I'm a real nigga
Won't play 'bout my members
Get out of line and they gon' deal with you
I'm talkin' 'bout keep my stick like polo
We ride with Tommy
Ain't talkin' 'bout Hilfiger
Been 'bout it since a lil' nigga
Tighten up your cleats, get in the fiеld
Nigga
Spoil the bitch if she don't ask
Don't give hеr nothin' if she a gold-digger
Nigga play with me, I drop that bag
Won't run from no nigga
And I know niggas who know niggas
Who tryna up the score, nigga
You can't fool me, you a ho, nigga, bitch
I got hollow tips in this four-nickel
Ayy, my daddy was a kingpin and
He taught me the ropes
Havin' power like I'm Curtis Jackson
Got ghost soon as I seen them folks
All this shit be off the head
I don't remember that last time
I seen a note
Been sellin' 'fore I seen the boat
So much bread, niggas ain't seen a loaf
Niggas 'round me shootin' out the gate
So watch how you approach
Slidin' in Phantoms, turn opps to ghosts
Got no manners, so watch your ho
Niggas sneaky, so watch your bro
Niggas snitchin', so watch your folks
Seen a gangster go to prison, turn sissy
I heard he droppin' soap
This shit deep, got out the car
He put the pistol under my seat
But you know me i ain't snitch
Just kept it G 'cause I'm too street
I catch his opp, his ass deceased
Call him my brother, so that's my beef
I'll bend your block, bitch, use your feet
Ridin' in a Jeep, know how we creep
Uh, ridin' 'round loaded
Ziploc bags and a scale with me
I ain't gon' lie, by now
I pictured Lil Ray there with me
If my day one ain't tell
I'd have Mansur and Trell with me
This shit fucked up, you can't
Even tell who'll tell, nigga
Give a fuck what they be talkin' 'bout
Your bitch know I'm a real nigga
Won't play 'bout my members
Get out of line and they gon' deal with you
I'm talkin' 'bout keep my stick like polo
We ride with Tommy
Ain't talkin' 'bout Hilfiger
Ayy, been 'bout it since a lil' nigga
Tighten up your cleats, get in the field
Nigga
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Uh, ridin' 'round loaded
Ziploc bags and a scale with me
I ain't gon' lie, by now
I pictured Lil Ray there with me
If my day one ain't tell
I'd have Mansur and Trell with me
This shit fucked up, you can't
Even tell who'll tell, nigga
Give a fuck what they be talkin' 'bout
Your bitch know I'm a real nigga
Won't play 'bout my members
Get out of line and they gon' deal with you
I'm talkin' 'bout keep my stick like polo
We ride with Tommy
Ain't talkin' 'bout Hilfiger
Been 'bout it since a lil' nigga
Tighten up your cleats, get in the fiеld
Nigga
Spoil the bitch if she don't ask
Don't give hеr nothin' if she a gold-digger
Nigga play with me, I drop that bag
Won't run from no nigga
And I know niggas who know niggas
Who tryna up the score, nigga
You can't fool me, you a ho, nigga, bitch
I got hollow tips in this four-nickel
Ayy, my daddy was a kingpin and
He taught me the ropes
Havin' power like I'm Curtis Jackson
Got ghost soon as I seen them folks
All this shit be off the head
I don't remember that last time
I seen a note
Been sellin' 'fore I seen the boat
So much bread, niggas ain't seen a loaf
Niggas 'round me shootin' out the gate
So watch how you approach
Slidin' in Phantoms, turn opps to ghosts
Got no manners, so watch your ho
Niggas sneaky, so watch your bro
Niggas snitchin', so watch your folks
Seen a gangster go to prison, turn sissy
I heard he droppin' soap
This shit deep, got out the car
He put the pistol under my seat
But you know me i ain't snitch
Just kept it G 'cause I'm too street
I catch his opp, his ass deceased
Call him my brother, so that's my beef
I'll bend your block, bitch, use your feet
Ridin' in a Jeep, know how we creep
Uh, ridin' 'round loaded
Ziploc bags and a scale with me
I ain't gon' lie, by now
I pictured Lil Ray there with me
If my day one ain't tell
I'd have Mansur and Trell with me
This shit fucked up, you can't
Even tell who'll tell, nigga
Give a fuck what they be talkin' 'bout
Your bitch know I'm a real nigga
Won't play 'bout my members
Get out of line and they gon' deal with you
I'm talkin' 'bout keep my stick like polo
We ride with Tommy
Ain't talkin' 'bout Hilfiger
Ayy, been 'bout it since a lil' nigga
Tighten up your cleats, get in the field
Nigga