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stimulus check - doe boy & southside lyrics

[intro]
southside on the track, yeah
yeah, bang bang
yeah, lil’ n*gga bang bang
yeah, bang bang
yeah, lil’ n*gga bang bang
let’s go

[chorus]
young n*gga with it, i really came up drilling (brr)
bought our opps’ b*tches, f*ck, everyone came up menacing
got that extension (yeah), get that young n*gga, he tripping (doe beezy)
shots they shoot make ’em back up (brr), social distance (oh really!)
masked up, riding through the trenches (brr)
fake like they balling but really rock benches
up in the bentley and whip it (skrrt!), how can i not slide n*ggas’ b*tches (why?)
young doe beezy be dripping (doe beezy), wonder how i’m f*cking her instantly
he got too close and i bl!ck him (brr), i need social distance please (boom!)

[verse 1]
4 came through and they heard the motor, i bet they wish they was pulled up (yeah)
i don’t even smoke dead n*ggas no more, all of them p*ssies get pulled up
hop out the ‘rari, don’t jump out the rover
we shoot at heads, never shot at a shoulder
she want a n*gga to cry on his shoulder
blah, blah, blah, i forgot what i told her (oh really)
got what i want when i smashed her (yeah), young ignorant b*st*rd (doe beezy)
hold up, i just remembered (hold on)
i didn’t ask her
icy but i never been to alaska
why you try racing, you know my sh*t faster
go shot with the gang, boy them n*ggas ain’t right, they whip chickens but fentanyl on the platter
young n*gga really a vet (yeah)
i might wake up and go buy a corvette (fax)
i ain’t gon flex (no)
i really ride with them shotters on deck
said they gon’ do that, they really be capping
said we gon’ do it, they really get wet
said he was up and said he was having
but he just apply for his stimulus check (oh really!)
[chorus]
young n*gga with it, i really came up drilling (brr)
bought our opps’ b*tches, f*ck, everyone came up menacing
got that extension (yeah), get that young n*gga, he tripping (doe beezy)
shots they shoot make ’em back up (brr), social distance (oh really!)
masked up, riding through the trenches (brr)
fake like they balling but really rock benches
up in the bentley and whip it (skrrt!), how can i not slide n*ggas’ b*tches (why?)
young doe beezy be dripping (doe beezy), wonder how i’m f*cking her instantly
he got too close and i bl!ck him (brr), i need social distance please (boom!)

[verse 2]
you don’t want war, we wick it (wick it)
bet i’mma hit it, i pick it (yeah)
f*ck all this cash, i’mma spend it (spend it)
run up a million, i spent it (free [?])
i really came from rags to riches (yeah)
now all these b*tches want come tryna kick it (mwah)
i got the d*ck and it hang off the bl!cky (brr)
and that b*tch tucked in my muhf*cking d*ckies (oh really)
i need social distance, give me six feet (give me six feet)
don’t come too close, that’s risky, might end up six feet
how he tote that big ass gun, he ain’t even six feet (doe beezy)
‘fore they knocked off ten feet, dug his grave, you dig me (brr)
n*gga run up on this sh*t but he won’t get sh*t from me (brr*brr)
[?] got his top off ’cause he wishes he was me
riding ’round in that lambo truck, 100 clips on that seat
i’mma a stepper, i stood up, now that b*tch on his knees (fool!)
[chorus]
young n*gga with it, i really came up drilling (brr)
bought our opps’ b*tches, f*ck, everyone came up menacing
got that extension (yeah), get that young n*gga, he tripping (doe beezy)
shots they shoot make ’em back up (brr), social distance (oh really!)
masked up, riding through the trenches (brr)
fake like they balling but really rock benches
up in the bentley and whip it (skrrt!), how can i not slide n*ggas’ b*tches (why?)
young doe beezy be dripping (doe beezy), wonder how i’m f*cking her instantly
he got too close and i bl!ck him (brr), i need social distance please (boom!)

[outro]
yeah, bang bang
yeah, lil’ n*gga bang bang
yeah, bang bang
yeah, lil’ n*gga bang bang
let’s go
oh really!

- doe boy southside lyrics

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