Tay B, DooDat600 - Bippin and Scammin lyrics
[Tay B, DooDat600 - Bippin and Scammin lyrics]
Yeah cardoGotWings
Shout out to my nigga DooDat, bitch
All facts on a nigga, huh ayy, ayy
Yeah, I know some niggas rich
Off pimpin', huh, Yeah
Yeah, my other Cali niggas lick
Hittin', huh, yeah, Huh
Real bippin', huh, yeah
I know some niggas with y'all pimpin', huh?
And my other Cali niggas
With y'all bippin', Huh?
Yeah, I got some real niggas
That be flu flammin'
My bitches runnin' up a check
So they ain't through scammin'
I'm that nigga out here runnin'
Hoes from A to Z (Runnin' plays)
They call me DooDat but I don't
Do that shit for free (Never free)
Loud bitch in niggas' face, ho
You ain't for me (Never, bitch)
And I'ma have another bitch
Ain't no replacing me (Uh, uh)
Don't fuck with 12, with the bows, boy
I sell dozens
Ex-bitch in her feelings 'cause
I fucked her cousin
Been off the porch since 13
Diego been thuggin' rearrange a nigga face
He caught himself muggin'
Boy, to me you super mad
'cause your bitch fuckin'
With a bitch that's super bad
Call her McLovin acrobat with the chop
He gon' flip somethin'
You can catch me with doc
I got scripts bustin' you a lucky man
Them bullets barely flew past you
If I wanted your opinion, bitch, I'd ask you
Yeah, watch out for hoes, boy
They'll trap you
She just fucked me, but your bitch
She give you a hassle
And I ain't gotta be the man
You tryna be attached to
And if the shit ain't 'bout no bands
Then that will not be natural
'Cause when you fall
Ain't nan' bitch gon' be
There to catch you
And I'll simp your dumb ass
I ain't gon' fuckin' after you
Drippin' sauce on these hoes
Like some lamb chops
And we keep blicky on our laps
Ain't no stash spot just dropped the stock
Had a ladder on my last Glock
And bounce back after the narcs
Raided my last spot
Man, I had a couple hundred in my stash spot
Huh, crazy shit to get the cash, huh
It's in my past now, I got fans now
Call your bitch Will Smith
We'll send her Hancock
Chill with that Hi-Point, it's gon' jam
Aight? Go get some bands, get the
Fuck up off the 'Gram, Aight?
Freak bitch deep throatin', shit
Really chokin'
Got bad bitches up in Oakland
They see me in Oakland
Yeah, I know some niggas
Rich off pimpin', huh, Yeah
Yeah, my other Cali niggas
Lick hittin', huh, yeah, Huh
Real bippin', huh, yeah
I know some niggas with y'all pimpin', huh?
And my other Cali niggas
With y'all bippin', Huh?
Yeah, I got some real niggas
That be flu flammin'
My bitches runnin' up a check
So they ain't through scammin'
Shout out to my nigga DooDat, bitch
All facts on a nigga, huh ayy, ayy
Yeah, I know some niggas rich
Off pimpin', huh, Yeah
Yeah, my other Cali niggas lick
Hittin', huh, yeah, Huh
Real bippin', huh, yeah
I know some niggas with y'all pimpin', huh?
And my other Cali niggas
With y'all bippin', Huh?
Yeah, I got some real niggas
That be flu flammin'
My bitches runnin' up a check
So they ain't through scammin'
I'm that nigga out here runnin'
Hoes from A to Z (Runnin' plays)
They call me DooDat but I don't
Do that shit for free (Never free)
Loud bitch in niggas' face, ho
You ain't for me (Never, bitch)
And I'ma have another bitch
Ain't no replacing me (Uh, uh)
Don't fuck with 12, with the bows, boy
I sell dozens
Ex-bitch in her feelings 'cause
I fucked her cousin
Been off the porch since 13
Diego been thuggin' rearrange a nigga face
He caught himself muggin'
Boy, to me you super mad
'cause your bitch fuckin'
With a bitch that's super bad
Call her McLovin acrobat with the chop
He gon' flip somethin'
You can catch me with doc
I got scripts bustin' you a lucky man
Them bullets barely flew past you
If I wanted your opinion, bitch, I'd ask you
Yeah, watch out for hoes, boy
They'll trap you
She just fucked me, but your bitch
She give you a hassle
And I ain't gotta be the man
You tryna be attached to
And if the shit ain't 'bout no bands
Then that will not be natural
'Cause when you fall
Ain't nan' bitch gon' be
There to catch you
And I'll simp your dumb ass
I ain't gon' fuckin' after you
Drippin' sauce on these hoes
Like some lamb chops
And we keep blicky on our laps
Ain't no stash spot just dropped the stock
Had a ladder on my last Glock
And bounce back after the narcs
Raided my last spot
Man, I had a couple hundred in my stash spot
Huh, crazy shit to get the cash, huh
It's in my past now, I got fans now
Call your bitch Will Smith
We'll send her Hancock
Chill with that Hi-Point, it's gon' jam
Aight? Go get some bands, get the
Fuck up off the 'Gram, Aight?
Freak bitch deep throatin', shit
Really chokin'
Got bad bitches up in Oakland
They see me in Oakland
Yeah, I know some niggas
Rich off pimpin', huh, Yeah
Yeah, my other Cali niggas
Lick hittin', huh, yeah, Huh
Real bippin', huh, yeah
I know some niggas with y'all pimpin', huh?
And my other Cali niggas
With y'all bippin', Huh?
Yeah, I got some real niggas
That be flu flammin'
My bitches runnin' up a check
So they ain't through scammin'