Doe Boy, DaBaby - CLOUT CHASE lyrics

808mafia big Doe Beezy, man (Oh, really?)
Your favorite rapper scared of me, man
Stop playin' (Big Doe Beezy)
Real gangsters fuck with me
I don't give a fuck who don't
Play with me, I bet he won't, haha
(Freeband Gang)
Oh, really? (Top shotta, let's roll)

Bitch, I rock Chanel but don't
Make me grab the Dickies (Drippy)
Ohio nigga, for real, I rob rappers
Go ask Trippie (No bap)
I don't go nowhere without my Glizzy
Go ask Drizzy (No bap)
Hit every baddie in the city, but I slipped
Ain't smashed piggy, haha
I hit, "Shh, " I ain't gon' lie
She let me fuck 'til I had millies (Bless)
Glizzy got perfect attendance
This bitch comin' in class with me
(Rrah baow) grew up with no ho
Used to could bag a Brittany (Simple)
Fuck whatever ho, bitch, I could wake up
Bag Iggy (Mwah, come here, baby, Azalea)
I can't lie, I was in jail
She had me fantasizin' (Fantasizin')
Want your bitch
Could have her and her friends flyin' private
(Flyin' private)
I ain't boxin', diamonds hit
Feel like a drop kick (What's up?)
Nigga, play that nine blick
It stop a lot of nonsense
Rubberband Money Gang, bitch
That who I ride with (RMB)
I got lit, named, "Shh, " my bitch
I'll fuck a dime bitch
(Mwah, come here, baby)
I'm top shotta, don dada
Bitch is just a sidekick, haha
I'm that nigga, make my main
Bitch choose my side bitch, uh
Walk down gang, but we run down on 'em
(Walk down on 'em)
Think he can stand under the rain
'til it come down on him
(Big walk down gang)
Scared of my name 'til this day
'cause I dump rounds on 'em
Wear Bottega every day
Still gon' stomp on 'em (Grrah, stepper)
Let me in the game, now I'm really a problem
(Doe Beezy) model throwin' up my gang and
She don't even get followed (Fool)
I don't clout chase
I hit bitches with ten million followers
(True story) and I did that before I
Had ten million dollars, ya dig?
(Oh, really?)

Yeah, could've fucked your
Favorite rapper, bitch, i let her slide
(Let's go)
I'm the type to set it off right there
Don't let it ride
He gon' pillow talk and say he play with me
He tellin' lies
Wink my eye at that lil' bitch
When she walk by, she mesmerized, yeah
I had hoes treat me like the
GOAT 'fore I had the deal
Got pulled over with all pounds
When I signed to Interscope
But, I had to peel
I got three and half grams rolled up
But the shit that I smoke
Sittin' behind my ear
I'm at the football game with the kids
You could play if you want
You gon' die on the field
Bitch, dread head nigga think he Chief
Keef, try and slide on me
He gon' die on a drill, uh
Nigga talkin' 'bout robbin' me
Might as well get high and die on a pill
And nigga, I ain't comin' off of shit, you
Gon' learn you in here with a shark
I'm ride 'til the wheels
On some bad boy shit, I'll slide
Across the floor in the dark
I be firin' with skills
If I want the bitch, then you
Just lost her, boy, believe me, let's go
Bitch say she wanna be Freeband gang
I tossed her to Doe Beezy
Stop and get a corn beef
Sandwich with Frito Lays
With my Glock when I'm in Cleveland
'Bout to take some brand new flowers to my
Daddy grave while I'm rockin' double Cs

I tell her bitch, I rock Chanel but don't
Make me grab the Dickies, uh
But don't make me grab the Dickies, no bap
Bitch, I rock Chanel but don't
Make me grab the Dickies, no bap, uh
But don't make me grab the Dickies
(Haha, oh, really?)
Stunk bean, haha (It's gone)
Partner, I know his ass did
Ah, fuck, man, was 'posed to put
Some gas in this, ah, yeah
Niggas be doin' ho ass shit (On God)
Nigga Beezy be dumbass
This nigga beamin', bruh