DoorDash (OMG)

[Intro] (Here you go, fuckin' ignorin' me and shit, but viewing my story) (Ayy, Wes, you gotta stop doing that) (You wanna fuckin' fight? Like I'm not even motherfuckin' playing with you, Benzo) [Chorus] Hmm, I been on Percs' and dranks, sometimes I feel like I'm trippin' Opp tryna take me to the paint, but you'll never catch me slippin' Ain't tweakin' these personal pranks, I'm quick to give an opp a whippin' Do you feel me? Not for money, these personal killings Big bad wolf, I'll blow down the kitchen, please just stay out my business, huh Opp think he safe, baby on the way, he ain't raisin' no children Swing the belt, I bеt we get him gone, watch what you say up in thеm songs Cryin' over that dick, it ain't that serious, baby, just leave me alone [Verse] I'm in the back feelin' good, smokin' a Backwood, in the back of the 'Bach with a 'Wood Now you missin' your bro, hope somebody do it, you'll get some get-back if you could Yeah, if an opp get too close on me, he wouldn't get back if he could Cryin' on my phone 'bout a bitch on me, you want the bitch back? Is you good? Sometimes I really be asking myself do they really love me? Sometimes I thought about blastin' myself, man, this shit get ugly Nowadays, they wanna fuck me, back then, they wouldn't hug me How many K's? I need forty When we spin, we won't no need more of these Ain't no more pass Niggas better get on P, they gotta know we score fast The bitch just sent your lo', it's time to eat, drop shot and DoorDash They make diss songs, ain't got a pot to pee, these niggas poor and sad We spint ten times, where the fuck your spot? On P, my niggas tourin' that Fuck the airport, I'll go on a jet Knew I'll be rich, I was born to flex You wanna fuck? I was born to have sex Just met the bitch, I don't even know her like that You don't know me, I'm a fool with that TEC Feel like I can kill all the 4s with this (Huh) I ain't even rappin', just pourin' on this It really be just on some poetry shit Yeah, ain't good at embracing how I feel But go crazy 'bout my pills Skipped multiple ways to sign my deal Can't hang with that nigga, he fake Up Gen if he raise my chills You could hang, but not my crib You could stay, but not right here You could stay, but not right here Go crazy 'bout my pill You could stay, but not right here You could bang, but not right here You could stay, but not my crib I can't lie, I been goin' crazy We can do business, you gon' pay me After this, I'm leavin' with your lady Mom dukes, your son be dissing, better tell him chill, after this, it's no baby Blowin' up blick any situation, don't be a poor baby Don't be a poor baby Get pussy and go crazy Get in that pussy and go crazy Ain't no more pass Niggas better get on P 'cause they don't know we score fast Oh, we got another lo' on them? Drop shot and DoorDash You stuntin' that lil'-ass glizzy you totin' Why you dissin' and you ain't never spinned before? Yeah, yeah, yeah Brodie said he see my opp, huh, squeeze and let the bitch go Hold on, she want more, huh Oh, I ain't know it was another one, huh, she want more, huh Went on a drill, there was four of 'em, bro squeeze two more and— huh Damn, I ran out of shots, huh They don't go back to the block, huh Damn, they caught onto the plot, huh We finna ball on they spot Got a bad bitch at home Fan bitch, I dodge they twat Bad bitch wan' hop on the bone She gotta sit down and squat [Interlude] Brr, ayy, y'all fuck niggas gon' get another for playin' with us, nigga We gon' keep puttin' y'all bitch ass on the news, nigga, stop playin' with us You know what the fuck goin' on At the end of the day, 2025, nigga, we still alive and y'all bitch ass ain't [Chorus] I been on Percs' and dranks, sometimes I feel like I'm trippin' Opp tryna take me to the paint, but you'll never catch me slippin' Ain't tweakin' these personal pranks, I'm quick to give an opp a whippin' Do you feel me? Not for money, these personal killings Big bad wolf, I'll blow down the kitchen, please just stay out my business, huh Opp think he safe, baby on the way, he ain't raisin' no children Swing the belt, I bet we get him gone, watch what you say up in them songs Cryin' over that dick, it ain't that serious, baby, just leave me alone