OG 2Doe

[Intro] Don't play with him Yeah, yeah, yeah Dawg shit records Yeah, yeah [Verse] I take my shirt off in the club yeah bitch I’m bout it, bout it That bitch geekin' on a double stack she can't control her body Niggas rapping like they killers know damn well they ain’t got bodies And if they did have a body why the fuck you rap about it? I pull up in some clean yeah this a V-Twizzy I don't really trust shit other than neph and my glizzy My money rag to the front I feel like Soulja Slim and them That bitch keep on shaking ass she treat pap like I'm [?] I up the Glock watch how fast his lil' ass get spiritual I hit the gas my whole dash in this motha fucker digital I got glass and big bags I'm gon' fuck the whole kitchen up Hеr friends bad they got ass I'm finna pick them bitchеs up I got meds full of red yeah I got a dirty cup I'm on hi-tech with a Tec I’ll fuck a nigga up Yeah, bitch I’m bout it, bout it really serve you narcotics Pull up serve ya ass a thirty one in a dope boy Audi It ain't no 5.7, it’s a 312 when I'm sliding these .556's and ARP a go through a lil' nigga noggin’ That shit a, rust bucket put it up I hear your motor knockin' Bitch gon' faint everytime that lil' hoe go in my closet I keep the Glock in my boxers I'm on the block like my pop was slide through the hood neph ridin' with me shot gun Niggas talk like shooters they ain't shot nun I take, perc after perc bitch I'm geeking, geeking, gon' If you ain't talking about no money bitch then leave me alone Glizzy with the switch let it hit if you don't even your tone You don't trap you a middle man lil' nigga them ain't even yo zones All they heard was “Phew, phew, phew, phew,”yeah that lil' nigga gone Opps, be tryna slide in my DM like “Can you put a nigga on”