Doe Boy, Westside Gunn, DJ Drama - FlyGod Jr lyrics
Cotrell Dennard
DJ Drama [Tyree Cinque Simmons] Philadelphia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Doe Boy, Westside Gunn, DJ Drama - FlyGod Jr lyrics]
Uh hm, a decade strong
You know when I first started DJ'ing
All I wanted to do was get my name on a flyer
Now I'm flyer than ever
So who better to introduce
The FLYGOD than me?
Cultural art at it's finest
Welcome, to Hitler Wears Hermes 10
Oh yeah, DJ Drama! (FLYGOD)
Ayo, where you was at when
I was sellin' those eights? (Ah)
Tesla two-seater, just me and the Drac'
Fiend said he comin' right back
I said "Great"
Duffle bag got the Wardolf, Freddie May
Margiеla see-throughs sleeves
You see the gauge (Boom boom boom)
Bought a nеw dick, cost three hundred
Plain Jane
Dutchie stoved ten but I just whipped fifty
Central Park out on Leroy in the Bentley
(Skrrt)
Rest In Peace Dip, you was on my left titty
Rest In peace Munch, I'm the king of my city
(Dramatic, nigga) post got bodies on bodies
(Boom boom boom boom boom)
All my jewels on, I make a nigga wanna rob me
(Ah)
Think shit sweet I had you niggas on a diet
Shooter sixteen, three-and-0 with the fire
(Ah) nigga said he got the shit's from me
He a liar (Ah)
Your bitch fuckin with me overseas, she a
(Gangsta Gri-zillz)
Got most off of cocaine (Cocaine)
Kicks two-thousands
Shit's don't got no name (Ah, uh uh)
Fiends at the house, it look like Soul Train
(Soul Train)
Cherry Mulsanne, I got road rage (Skrrt)
Make sure it's filled then you unload it
You ain't shootin' shit
Now you can't hold it
My nigga rock a blue, cuz stay rollin'
My boss wearin' red
That nigga stay blowin'
That nigga on the run, nah, I don't know him
(I don't know him)
You don't know him but your hoe know him
(Oh really, Gangsta Gri-zillz)
Doe, Doe, Doe (Bizzy) Doe
Hell of a run we havin', huh?
Doe, Doe, Doe (Bizzy) Doe
This Gangsta Grillz dough got me spendin'
A lot of money on Hermes doe, Doe, Doe
(Bizzy) Doe (Bizzy, hahahahaha, Doe Boy)
Doe, Bizzy, Doe, go
(Pow, pow, pow, grroaw, pow, pow, oh really)
I don't like repeating myself
It's only one time I'ma tell you
One thing for sure, them
Glocks won't fail you
I keep the guns just like Griselda
(Bow-bow-bow)
I got richer than my teachers but
They said I'll be a failure (Fools)
I make niggas' mommas cry
Guess I don't respect my elders
(Oh, really)
Like YoungBoy finesse his draws
Bitch you better knock off what he sell you
You better not come on this
Block, he up that chop'
That hammer nail you tried to tell you
Had to teach your ass a lesson
My boy a demon, God he don't believe in
Bitch he step on peasants (Bow-bow-bow)
We got Dracos, not no Smith & Wessons
Bitch we really reckless
Got that 30 on my left hip
Up it quicker than half a second
What we been through, bet the
Opps gon' be on point, who wanna bet it?
Said you was a killer
I heard him said it but I'm the
Type to come pull your credit
If I feel her, I'll go get her
I'm the the type to swipe my debit
(Come here baby)
I be steppin', I'm not petty
I'm the type to ice her Patek
Ice her pedicure, drape her in Dior
We did that before you just rap
Ain't really behind bars before
Except your metaphors
(Oh, really, Gangsta Gri-zillz)
Go (Bizzy) that's ten times we put on
A MasterClass for you now
Go, go, go (Bizzy) go
When you niggas gon' realize?
Go, go, go (Bizzy) go
You can't do what we do!
Go, go, go (Bizzy) go (oh really, legendary)
You know when I first started DJ'ing
All I wanted to do was get my name on a flyer
Now I'm flyer than ever
So who better to introduce
The FLYGOD than me?
Cultural art at it's finest
Welcome, to Hitler Wears Hermes 10
Oh yeah, DJ Drama! (FLYGOD)
Ayo, where you was at when
I was sellin' those eights? (Ah)
Tesla two-seater, just me and the Drac'
Fiend said he comin' right back
I said "Great"
Duffle bag got the Wardolf, Freddie May
Margiеla see-throughs sleeves
You see the gauge (Boom boom boom)
Bought a nеw dick, cost three hundred
Plain Jane
Dutchie stoved ten but I just whipped fifty
Central Park out on Leroy in the Bentley
(Skrrt)
Rest In Peace Dip, you was on my left titty
Rest In peace Munch, I'm the king of my city
(Dramatic, nigga) post got bodies on bodies
(Boom boom boom boom boom)
All my jewels on, I make a nigga wanna rob me
(Ah)
Think shit sweet I had you niggas on a diet
Shooter sixteen, three-and-0 with the fire
(Ah) nigga said he got the shit's from me
He a liar (Ah)
Your bitch fuckin with me overseas, she a
(Gangsta Gri-zillz)
Got most off of cocaine (Cocaine)
Kicks two-thousands
Shit's don't got no name (Ah, uh uh)
Fiends at the house, it look like Soul Train
(Soul Train)
Cherry Mulsanne, I got road rage (Skrrt)
Make sure it's filled then you unload it
You ain't shootin' shit
Now you can't hold it
My nigga rock a blue, cuz stay rollin'
My boss wearin' red
That nigga stay blowin'
That nigga on the run, nah, I don't know him
(I don't know him)
You don't know him but your hoe know him
(Oh really, Gangsta Gri-zillz)
Doe, Doe, Doe (Bizzy) Doe
Hell of a run we havin', huh?
Doe, Doe, Doe (Bizzy) Doe
This Gangsta Grillz dough got me spendin'
A lot of money on Hermes doe, Doe, Doe
(Bizzy) Doe (Bizzy, hahahahaha, Doe Boy)
Doe, Bizzy, Doe, go
(Pow, pow, pow, grroaw, pow, pow, oh really)
I don't like repeating myself
It's only one time I'ma tell you
One thing for sure, them
Glocks won't fail you
I keep the guns just like Griselda
(Bow-bow-bow)
I got richer than my teachers but
They said I'll be a failure (Fools)
I make niggas' mommas cry
Guess I don't respect my elders
(Oh, really)
Like YoungBoy finesse his draws
Bitch you better knock off what he sell you
You better not come on this
Block, he up that chop'
That hammer nail you tried to tell you
Had to teach your ass a lesson
My boy a demon, God he don't believe in
Bitch he step on peasants (Bow-bow-bow)
We got Dracos, not no Smith & Wessons
Bitch we really reckless
Got that 30 on my left hip
Up it quicker than half a second
What we been through, bet the
Opps gon' be on point, who wanna bet it?
Said you was a killer
I heard him said it but I'm the
Type to come pull your credit
If I feel her, I'll go get her
I'm the the type to swipe my debit
(Come here baby)
I be steppin', I'm not petty
I'm the type to ice her Patek
Ice her pedicure, drape her in Dior
We did that before you just rap
Ain't really behind bars before
Except your metaphors
(Oh, really, Gangsta Gri-zillz)
Go (Bizzy) that's ten times we put on
A MasterClass for you now
Go, go, go (Bizzy) go
When you niggas gon' realize?
Go, go, go (Bizzy) go
You can't do what we do!
Go, go, go (Bizzy) go (oh really, legendary)