Doe Boy - FIRST 48 GANG lyrics
Cotrell Dennard
[Doe Boy - FIRST 48 GANG lyrics]
Make sure that shit turnt all the way up so
They can hear every fuckin' thing I'm sayin'
Loud and clear you dig?
Big Doe Beezy, nigga, the biggest
Rubber Band Money Gang, nigga
Rubber Band Murder Gang, nigga
You dig? Dum dum dum dum, you hear that
Sound? That mean that's us comin', nigga
Steppin' on everything, everybody move
Let's go (Oh, really?)
My shooter fresh off First 48
Thought I should let you know
His name Baby Shaq, you play
He make another episode
Oh, you ain't know we step on hoes? Bitch
I'm in Prada head to toe
Was hollerin' on the net, we face to face
Say what you said before
Bitch, I wake up poppin'
Perkies, I can't fake, my head gone
If I said it then I meant it
That's what I'm gon' stand on
Let 'em kick it, know we
Spinnin', I can't lie, you dead wrong
Fuck all that distance
Get up close and score like
We in the red zone touchdown, bitch
My wrist a bust down, bitch
He was takin' shit then got
Swept, you dust now, bitch
Hush with that loud shit
I'm busy tryna count, bitch
I'm rich as shit, you might just
Pass out, see my account, bitch
Bitch, look at this, this a brick on my wrist
OG Dame cookin' fish
Guard his kitchen with my stick
Oh, you thought you had a lick? Blick-blick
That ain't this
They talkin' 'bout work out some pressure
But when I pull up, niggas dip
Had me locked down, I
Did my pullups, pushups, and dips
Had a mitt, so I was starvin' to come
Home and up this mitt
Uh, hundred racks inside this mitt
Broke bitch can't up shit
I ain't gon' lie, if I ain't
Feelin' you, you ain't eatin'
Can't munch shit (Oh, really?)
Where is you gon' hang? Bitch
We relocate shit (Fool)
Treat you like my hoes, bitch
I give out facelifts (Mwah, come here, baby)
Made her look like Kylie
But she was so basic
Ain't make the XXL list
But made the police gang list
(Gang, gang, gang)
Gang shit, niggas know how we drummin'
My steppers leave footprints they
Know how we comin'
We get bloody, nigga, know how we bomin'
Fuck the opps, they ain't on nothin'
Switch the subject (Oh, really?)
Switch the subject, bitch
Let's talk about this money
(Bitch, let's talk) always talk 'bout opps
These niggas never talk 'bout hundreds
(Fools) they say they switches bustin'
But never bitches bustin
(Mwah, come here, baby)
Had to switch the subject
They already know how I'm drummin'
(Oh, really?)
Big Oh Really, nigga
Niggas already know what the fuck
Goin' on with me, man they know that
Yeah, been there, done that, man, come on
Dog play with this shit, you gon'
Lay with this shit, we been through all that
They can hear every fuckin' thing I'm sayin'
Loud and clear you dig?
Big Doe Beezy, nigga, the biggest
Rubber Band Money Gang, nigga
Rubber Band Murder Gang, nigga
You dig? Dum dum dum dum, you hear that
Sound? That mean that's us comin', nigga
Steppin' on everything, everybody move
Let's go (Oh, really?)
My shooter fresh off First 48
Thought I should let you know
His name Baby Shaq, you play
He make another episode
Oh, you ain't know we step on hoes? Bitch
I'm in Prada head to toe
Was hollerin' on the net, we face to face
Say what you said before
Bitch, I wake up poppin'
Perkies, I can't fake, my head gone
If I said it then I meant it
That's what I'm gon' stand on
Let 'em kick it, know we
Spinnin', I can't lie, you dead wrong
Fuck all that distance
Get up close and score like
We in the red zone touchdown, bitch
My wrist a bust down, bitch
He was takin' shit then got
Swept, you dust now, bitch
Hush with that loud shit
I'm busy tryna count, bitch
I'm rich as shit, you might just
Pass out, see my account, bitch
Bitch, look at this, this a brick on my wrist
OG Dame cookin' fish
Guard his kitchen with my stick
Oh, you thought you had a lick? Blick-blick
That ain't this
They talkin' 'bout work out some pressure
But when I pull up, niggas dip
Had me locked down, I
Did my pullups, pushups, and dips
Had a mitt, so I was starvin' to come
Home and up this mitt
Uh, hundred racks inside this mitt
Broke bitch can't up shit
I ain't gon' lie, if I ain't
Feelin' you, you ain't eatin'
Can't munch shit (Oh, really?)
Where is you gon' hang? Bitch
We relocate shit (Fool)
Treat you like my hoes, bitch
I give out facelifts (Mwah, come here, baby)
Made her look like Kylie
But she was so basic
Ain't make the XXL list
But made the police gang list
(Gang, gang, gang)
Gang shit, niggas know how we drummin'
My steppers leave footprints they
Know how we comin'
We get bloody, nigga, know how we bomin'
Fuck the opps, they ain't on nothin'
Switch the subject (Oh, really?)
Switch the subject, bitch
Let's talk about this money
(Bitch, let's talk) always talk 'bout opps
These niggas never talk 'bout hundreds
(Fools) they say they switches bustin'
But never bitches bustin
(Mwah, come here, baby)
Had to switch the subject
They already know how I'm drummin'
(Oh, really?)
Big Oh Really, nigga
Niggas already know what the fuck
Goin' on with me, man they know that
Yeah, been there, done that, man, come on
Dog play with this shit, you gon'
Lay with this shit, we been through all that