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mad at that - doe boy lyrics

[intro]
it’s dj scream my n*gga esco my n*gga x rated
(nard and b)
doe boy the subject right now
ayo doe boy talk to these n*ggas
dj esco

[chorus: doe boy]
pull up in a rari, [?]
these n*ggas mad at that
i won’t even f*ck her she a four
these b*tches mad at that
real sh*t n*gga, true story
fake rappers mad at that
always ride around with that 40
i let it handle that
in the club popping all the bottles
these n*ggas mad at that
shooters on deck, but i’m poppin
these n*ggas mad at that
n*gga turnt up, can’t stop me
i sware they mad at that
fake ass n*ggas better watch
you know they mad at that

[verse 1: doe boy]
n*ggas out here lerkin
do a f*ck n*gga dirty
toat a mac like burny
c*ck it back then burn it
out here, no worries
goons rush in a hurry
we don’t show no mercy
30’s like steph curry
f*ck n*ggas mad, i don’t give a f*ck
savage young n*gga pull up, shoot you up
laced in the club, yeah my goon f*ck it up
k!llers in the parking lo, shooters in the cut
young doe flex, ice on my neck
freeband gang, n*ggas know we got a check
choppers on deck, bullet proof vest
we can go to war, load it up, it’s a bet
pull up in the audi, f*ck her than i’m outi
young gold n*gga get up fresh up out the county
n*gga get from round me
can’t stand by me
40 on deck, and that b*tch sayin’ “try me”
sacks 5th louie av, [?]
40 on deck, and that b*tch sayin’ “try me”
sacks 5th louie av, [?]
’cause they know a n*gga balling, freeband n*gga [?]
[chorus: doe boy]
pull up in a rari, [?]
these n*ggas mad at that
i won’t even f*ck her she a four
these b*tches mad at that
real sh*t n*gga, true story
fake rappers mad at that
always ride around with that 40
i let it handle that
in the club popping all the bottles
these n*ggas mad at that
shooters on deck, but i’m poppin
these n*ggas mad at that
n*gga turnt up, can’t stop me
i sware they mad at that
fake ass n*ggas better watch
you know they mad at that

[verse 2: chevy woods]
if you come where i’m from, but ain’t from where i’m from
man, them young n*ggas flipping your pockets
n*ggas know where i’m from, i ain’t even gotta tell ’em
do something b*tch [?] some problem
all the money that i make a f*cking problem
see this faragamo belt, that’s a problem
[?] ex on the rebound, [?] yeah i got the work for the low, i was coppin
pull up in a foreign, hopping out cocaine white, looking like a whole [?] at work
[?] pedal back with my b*tch with a compact 9 from her purse
i ain’t even trippin on that, i’m a taylor
my n*gga doe boy, he a all out player
kk all in a n*gga, raw papers
and i’m runway fly, and it’s all about layers
you n*ggas washed up, i don’t need friends, tryna reach for [?] all my n*ggas on deck
put that on the gang, put the money in my hand
i be picking up a check, every state that i land
hit a l!ck for a half a brick, and i ain’t playing
only one n*gga living
i can vouch for what i’m saying
paper cuts f*cking blood money, i’m the man
n*ggas wanna kick it with you just to get freebandz
[chorus: doe boy]
pull up in a rari, [?]
these n*ggas mad at that
i won’t even f*ck her she a four
these b*tches mad at that
real sh*t n*gga, true story
fake rappers mad at that
always ride around with that 40
i let it handle that
in the club popping all the bottles
these n*ggas mad at that
shooters on deck, but i’m poppin
these n*ggas mad at that
n*gga turnt up, can’t stop me
i sware they mad at that
fake ass n*ggas better watch
you know they mad at that

[outro]
pay close attention

- doe boy lyrics

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