I'm Dr. Doodle where I'm talkin' to these chickens On the road, high as hell, tryna make it to
My mission You can get your dick from me, baby, I don't
Do no kissin' Grey whites in this tank, you swimmin' fishin
Your ass, f*ck this hell about that bitch, you keep trickin
Boy, I might end up with this gun, when I shoot, boy, ain't no missin
Bad bitch, hell yeah, I f*ck her in the kitchen
If you don't want your head tapped, you better learn how to listen
In the sky, goin' faster, boys behind me, then
I'm driftin' I be on that same time, he play with me, he
In the mix 32 up out this gun, gon' get hit with different
Shells I done brought the load in, think I gotta
Switch my scales Boy, you ain't really in this shit for real
We knowin' that you friend, we do a scheme Gotta shoot just so I know you won't tell
Keep it ratchet, bitch, I'm when I shoot, sound like a deal
I'm jumpin' out, I say, oh well, I be prayin' to the Lord
But I been goin' through some hell, T-Mall, H-A-D-O-D
He just turned so f*ckin' pale, f*ck this hell on your ass
You let your mans ride in jail, 28 grams on one digi
I done damn near broke the scale, I can't get it to you, nah
I'ma ship it through the mail, we gon' ride by this shit
I just hope it all go well, sticked up, get licked up
No, it ain't safe to come around, no, twin threw me a head
And I knocked that bitch down, what the f*ck
Don't let him keep thinkin' they safe, watch how a nigga drop
The niggas y'all praising, dick suck, be talkin' to the cops
Bro got 32, I got 20, 30
Been a boy like the Bullets back then with all them rings
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I'm Dr. Doodle where I'm talkin' to these chickens On the road, high as hell, tryna make it to
My mission You can get your dick from me, baby, I don't
Do no kissin' Grey whites in this tank, you swimmin' fishin
Your ass, f*ck this hell about that bitch, you keep trickin
Boy, I might end up with this gun, when I shoot, boy, ain't no missin
Bad bitch, hell yeah, I f*ck her in the kitchen
If you don't want your head tapped, you better learn how to listen
In the sky, goin' faster, boys behind me, then
I'm driftin' I be on that same time, he play with me, he
In the mix 32 up out this gun, gon' get hit with different
Shells I done brought the load in, think I gotta
Switch my scales Boy, you ain't really in this shit for real
We knowin' that you friend, we do a scheme Gotta shoot just so I know you won't tell
Keep it ratchet, bitch, I'm when I shoot, sound like a deal
I'm jumpin' out, I say, oh well, I be prayin' to the Lord
But I been goin' through some hell, T-Mall, H-A-D-O-D
He just turned so f*ckin' pale, f*ck this hell on your ass
You let your mans ride in jail, 28 grams on one digi
I done damn near broke the scale, I can't get it to you, nah
I'ma ship it through the mail, we gon' ride by this shit
I just hope it all go well, sticked up, get licked up
No, it ain't safe to come around, no, twin threw me a head
And I knocked that bitch down, what the f*ck
Don't let him keep thinkin' they safe, watch how a nigga drop
The niggas y'all praising, dick suck, be talkin' to the cops
Bro got 32, I got 20, 30
Been a boy like the Bullets back then with all them rings
My mission You can get your dick from me, baby, I don't
Do no kissin' Grey whites in this tank, you swimmin' fishin
Your ass, f*ck this hell about that bitch, you keep trickin
Boy, I might end up with this gun, when I shoot, boy, ain't no missin
Bad bitch, hell yeah, I f*ck her in the kitchen
If you don't want your head tapped, you better learn how to listen
In the sky, goin' faster, boys behind me, then
I'm driftin' I be on that same time, he play with me, he
In the mix 32 up out this gun, gon' get hit with different
Shells I done brought the load in, think I gotta
Switch my scales Boy, you ain't really in this shit for real
We knowin' that you friend, we do a scheme Gotta shoot just so I know you won't tell
Keep it ratchet, bitch, I'm when I shoot, sound like a deal
I'm jumpin' out, I say, oh well, I be prayin' to the Lord
But I been goin' through some hell, T-Mall, H-A-D-O-D
He just turned so f*ckin' pale, f*ck this hell on your ass
You let your mans ride in jail, 28 grams on one digi
I done damn near broke the scale, I can't get it to you, nah
I'ma ship it through the mail, we gon' ride by this shit
I just hope it all go well, sticked up, get licked up
No, it ain't safe to come around, no, twin threw me a head
And I knocked that bitch down, what the f*ck
Don't let him keep thinkin' they safe, watch how a nigga drop
The niggas y'all praising, dick suck, be talkin' to the cops
Bro got 32, I got 20, 30
Been a boy like the Bullets back then with all them rings
Writer: YSN Mob
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