Doe Boy - WAY I WALK lyrics

Cotrell Dennard

[Doe Boy - WAY I WALK lyrics]

She post me the other day, maybe I
Do need to fuck with her, haha ha
(It's the way I talk, the way I walk
The way) you know, I got that 50 on
Me, man, stop playin', buh, buh, buh
(Gang shit, it's the way I walk
It's the way I talk, the way) oh, really

You better run Forrest, run Forrest, run
(Let's go) when you see them killers
In that minivan come, skrrt
Pull up, hop out, walk down with a handgun
(Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Nigga, we don't respect none 'til
You stand over sum'n
(Bah, bah, bah, buh, buh, buh, buh)
Money Gang what I claim
Them Rubberbands come with drums
We done pop shit, try the Rubberbands
Then you done rubberband, Money Gang
'til I'm in the grave or sum'n
You ain't never put in work, boy
You just wanna claim sum'n (Fool)
Pull up, leave a nigga wet
Shooter tryna drain sum'n
(Buh, buh, buh, buh)
He ain't never own respect when
We tryna take sum'n
This a Drac', not a TEC, pull up
Tryna blaze sum'n (Buh, buh, buh)
And everybody got a check 'til it's
Time to pay for sum'n (Oh, really, fool)

Gang shit, just the way I talk
I don't drive-by no more
This just the way I walk (Walk down, gang)
Gang shit, he had them things, got crossed
She don't fuck with broke lames
That's why your main got bought
(Come here, baby)
Gang shit, nigga came, got lost
Pulled up, got sprayed, white chalk
(Rubberband, murder gang)
Gang shit, it's just the way I walk
Pussy nigga got caught, ain't my fault
(Oh, really)

I ain't never been a lame, sorry, boy
I ain't shoot (Nosirski) never froze
Niggas always ducked when I came through
(Yessirski) get slid
Still ridin' 'round in the same coupe
Always dreamed 'bout robbin' rappers
Then my dream came true
(You think I'm playin'?)
Bitch, I'm cool with the gangsters
I don't know who raised you
Fingers still twist the same
Still rep the same crew
And it's still fuck, but I love, free dude
I'ma toast up with the gang
You know we gots that drink dude
(Oh, really) they ain't walk how I walk
They can't talk how I talk (Doe Beezy)
Got that ticket on his
Head, he gettin' chopped, he get caught
(Freebandz) they don't walk how I walk and
They don't talk how I talk (Doe Beezy)
Oh my God, what happened to
Homie, he had that white, he got offed
(Boom)
We be killin' shit, stand over that nigga
Finish it (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Bad bitch, that shit hit
Send her to the dealership
(Come here, baby, vyoom)
Why your nigga with the shit's?
'Round here for your stimulus
Fuck Biden, you gettin' licked
When that stimmy hit, bitch

Gang shit, just the way I talk
I don't drive-by no more
This just the way I walk (Walk down, gang)
Gang shit, he had them things, got crossed
She don't fuck with broke lames
That's why your main got bought
(Come here, baby)
Gang shit, nigga came, got lost
Pulled up, got sprayed, white chalk
(Rubberband, murder gang)
Gang shit, it's just the way I walk
Pussy nigga got caught, ain't my fault
(Oh, really)

Doe Beezy
(It's the way I talk, the way I walk
The way, Gang shit, it's the way I walk
It's the way I talk, the way)

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