Doe Boy, Babyface Ray - NUMBER GAME lyrics

Big Doe Beezy lil'-ass boy
You know what the fuck goin' on
Let's go, Face

I hear death around the corner
Go the other way (Other way)
You can't tell me nothin'
Do exactly what the money say
(Can't tell me shit)
I don't give a fuck 'bout a
Bitch long as my brother straight
(I don't give a fuck)
Chopper 223s, 41s, it's a number game
(Bitch, let's go)

In these streets, no
I ain't listen what my mother say
(Doe Beezy) say he don't lack, well
I just hope he got his gun today
(I hope it, fool)
Say she can't be touched, I up this roll


Bet I could fuck today (Look)
We can't conversate
You never thumbed through a hundred K
(Never, ha ha ha)
Playin' with these choppers, havin' fun today
Tryna dodge a bitch the only
Time I ever run away
Don't come 'round here with that bullshit
Go the other way (Knowles Ave)
Youngin never saw a hundred K
But shot a hundred K's (Oh, really?)
My shooters end shit, they don't start games
(We don't start games, bitch)
I look like a fuckin' boss, not no arcade
(Fool) fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Pull up, shoot your block up
Then we slidin' out (Skrrt)
You never shot your pistol, let me find out
(Let me find out, that's crazy)

SRTs in case we flee the scene
Rock expensive jeans fuck a budget
I come out the pocket like I'm Willie Beam'
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shorty bad, shorty with her
Really double team (Shorty bad)
My life lit, I been livin' lavish
First it was a dream
First I was a kid, now I'm the man (Damn)
Rollie faces big, look at my hand (Damn)
Twenty-five K, lawyer fees, I'm in a jam
(That's twenty-five K)
Broad day, brodie let 'em fly
Don't give a damn (Let's go)
Nah, I ain't into scams, I'm into grams
You Instagram (Pussy) before I had a plug
I middlemanned the biggest bag (Boy)
Adderalls on Wock', I'm feelin' crazy
Livin' fast (What?)
Slide down on niggas, make a right
We spinnin' back (We spinnin' back)
Diamonds, they be flashin' like a camera
Men in Black
This ain't the same shit, 'migo
I'ma give it back (I don't want it)
I ain't goin' tit for tat, back and forth
On resorts with a whore
I know if she catch this flight, I'ma score
(Score) that motherfucker on me and the
Chopper by the door (Rrt)
Freeband Gang, Wavy Gang, racks galore
(Freebandz) them niggas on the block
But they be runnin' to the store, yeah
Traffickin' through TSA, like on Blow
I need some more (Doe Beezy, oh, really?)

Talkin' 'bout some smoke, but
That's some shit you can't afford
(Nope, nope) tryna pull up on my Bentley
Brains gon' end up in your Ford (Fool)
Shooters by the door
Left some bodies on the floor (Rrrt)
All these bullets in the clip, I shot
This bitch and I got bored, brrt
I got youngins on the block just to watch out
(Just to watch out) name ain't George Floyd
Big Doe Beezy knock a cop down (Oh, really?)
I'd never snitch
I go to trial or I'ma cop out my youngin
He a dropout but he make bodies drop down
(Boom, boom, boom)
Said he want some smoke, we tell that nigga
"Link up" (Link up) he scrapin' dishes
His his trap and fuck his kitchen sink up
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Told the jeweler I need pink diamonds
Tryna match Babyface pink cup, yeah
Doe Beezy, a name niggas know not to bring up
(Doe Beezy) these famous hoes be choosy
Always tryna be around me (Nah, for real)
Gave that ho this dick
Now she keep makin' songs about me (Fool)
Skrrt off in that 'Rari, sorry, no
This not no Audi (Skrrt)
Police tried to chase me, car's too fast
They never found me (Let's go)
Ridin' with a chopstick
Pull up with a mop stick
Thuggin' on the 'Gram
He got bodied 'cause a comment (Fool)
Want you, I'ma find you, bitch
Don't think about hidin' (Rrr)
I know, I'm rich for real 'cause I don't
Think about robbin' no more (Oh, really?)
Ha ha let's go
Rapper Cotrell Dennard, better known
As Doe Boy
Has been accused of being responsible for the
Majority of the gang violence in Cleveland
He's also a suspected member of the most
Dangerous gang in the state of Ohio
Known as the snoleF sseltraeH