Doe Boy - COVID-19 lyrics
Cotrell Dennard
[Doe Boy - COVID-19 lyrics]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah
Doe Beezy
Doe Beezy
Doe Beezy
Big Doe Beezy, excuse me
Fuck y'all talking about
Hopped in the streets jumped in head first (jumped in head first)
We don't shoot below the waist bitch we shoot head first (brrr)
I don't have no money problems cuz I put the bands first
Only problems that I got is who I want dead first (oh really)
Fuck a Covid-19 (Fuck a Covid-19)
I'm still outside with a Glock 19
I got cake all in my pockets neck full of ice cream
All your homies dying nigga you ain't on the right team
You ain't with the gang you on the wrong side, bitch
Kick your door and leave your baby momma hog tied bitch
You can't call I a bitch
You can't call I a snitch
You can't call I a broke boy
Can't even call my check
You don't really rock designer, what you know about them kicks?
See my gang up in the party snuck them poses in the brr brr
Said he with the shits but I don't know about his clique
Saw a op in traffic then I dove out that whip
Million dollars later I'm still posted up on Knowles
Heard he scraped the bowls, scraped his face with this pole
Get a nigga murdered then hop right back on the roll
Pussy ain't gon' catch a body probably won't even catch a cold
Ain't gon' put his hands on my why he lyin sayin that
Only time I be knocked out is in the back seat of a maybach
Keep your barber drinking son
Rock your ass to sleep we gon' come through when you don't think we coming
Leave that nigga slumped over cuz he think he tough as fuck
We hop out we running up
Shots to the neck he drunk as fuck (oh really)
I been poppin pill gon' make me pick back up the double cup
I thought they was gon' come up the store we had to double up
Posted in the hood with that on (with that on)
Yeah
Doe Beezy
Doe Beezy
Doe Beezy
Big Doe Beezy, excuse me
Fuck y'all talking about
Hopped in the streets jumped in head first (jumped in head first)
We don't shoot below the waist bitch we shoot head first (brrr)
I don't have no money problems cuz I put the bands first
Only problems that I got is who I want dead first (oh really)
Fuck a Covid-19 (Fuck a Covid-19)
I'm still outside with a Glock 19
I got cake all in my pockets neck full of ice cream
All your homies dying nigga you ain't on the right team
You ain't with the gang you on the wrong side, bitch
Kick your door and leave your baby momma hog tied bitch
You can't call I a bitch
You can't call I a snitch
You can't call I a broke boy
Can't even call my check
You don't really rock designer, what you know about them kicks?
See my gang up in the party snuck them poses in the brr brr
Said he with the shits but I don't know about his clique
Saw a op in traffic then I dove out that whip
Million dollars later I'm still posted up on Knowles
Heard he scraped the bowls, scraped his face with this pole
Get a nigga murdered then hop right back on the roll
Pussy ain't gon' catch a body probably won't even catch a cold
Ain't gon' put his hands on my why he lyin sayin that
Only time I be knocked out is in the back seat of a maybach
Keep your barber drinking son
Rock your ass to sleep we gon' come through when you don't think we coming
Leave that nigga slumped over cuz he think he tough as fuck
We hop out we running up
Shots to the neck he drunk as fuck (oh really)
I been poppin pill gon' make me pick back up the double cup
I thought they was gon' come up the store we had to double up
Posted in the hood with that on (with that on)