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way i walk - doe boy lyrics

[intro]
she post me the other day, maybe i do need to f*ck with her, hahaha (it’s the way i talk, the way i walk, the way)
you know i got that .50 on me, man, stop playin’, buh, buh, buh (gang sh*t, it’s the way i walk, it’s the way i talk, the way)
oh, really

[verse 1]
you better run forrest, run forrest, run (let’s go)
when you see them k!llers in that minivan come (skrrt)
pull up, hop out, walk down with a handgun (buh, buh, buh, buh)
n*gga, we don’t respect none ’til you stand over sum’n (bah, bah, bah, buh, buh, buh, buh)
money gang what i claim, them rubberbands come with drums
we done pop sh*t, try the rubberbands, then you done
rubberband, money gang, ’til i’m in the grave or sum’n
you ain’t never put in work, boy, you just wanna claim sum’n (fool)
pull up, leave a n*gga wet, shooter tryna drain sum’n (buh, buh, buh, buh)
he ain’t never own respect when we tryna take sum’n
this a drac’, not a tec, pull up, tryna blaze sum’n (buh, buh, buh)
and everybody got a check ’til it’s time to pay for sum’n (oh, really, fool)

[chorus]
gang sh*t, just the way i talk
i don’t drive*by no more, this just the way i walk (walk down, gang)
gang sh*t, he had them things, got crossed
she don’t f*ck with broke lames, that’s why your main got bought (come here, baby)
gang sh*t, n*gga came, got lost
pulled up, got sprayed, white chalk (rubberband, murder gang)
gang sh*t, it’s just the way i walk
p*ssy n*gga got caught, ain’t my fault (oh, really)
[verse 2]
i ain’t never been a lame, sorry, boy, i ain’t shoot (nosirski)
never froze, n*ggas always ducked when i came through (yessirski)
get slid, still ridin’ ’round in the same coupe
always dreamed ’bout robbin’ rappers, then my dream came true (you think i’m playin’?)
b*tch, i’m cool with the gangsters, i don’t know who raised you
fingers still twist the same, still rep the same crew
and it’s still f*ck [?], but i love [?], free dude
i’ma toast up with the gang, you know we gots that drink dude (oh, really)
they ain’t walk how i walk, they can’t talk how i talk (doe beezy)
got that ticket on his head, he gettin’ chopped, he get caught (freebandz)
they don’t walk how i walk and they don’t talk how i talk (doe beezy)
oh my god, what happened to homie, he had that white, he got offed (boom)
we be k!llin’ sh*t, stand over that n*gga, finish it (buh, buh, buh, buh)
bad b*tch, that sh*t hit, send her to the dealership (come here, baby, vyoom)
why your n*gga with the sh*ts? ’round here for your stimulus
f*ck biden, you gettin’ l!cked when that stimmy hit, b*tch

- doe boy lyrics

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