[Intro: Tay B]
Yeah
CardoGotWings
Shout out to my n***a DooDat, bitch
All facts on a n***a, huh
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Tay B]
Yeah, I know some n***as rich off pimpin', huh, yeah
Yeah, my other Cali n***as lick hittin', huh, yeah, huh
Real bippin', huh, yeah
I know some n***as with y'all pimpin', huh?
And my other Cali n***as with y'all bippin', huh?
Yeah, I got some real n***as that be flu flammin'
My bitches runnin' up a check so they ain't through scammin'

[Verse 1: DooDat600]
I'm that n***a out here runnin' hoes from A to Z (Runnin' plays)
They call me DooDat but I don't do that shit for free (Never free)
Loud bitch in n***as' face, ho, you ain't for me (Never, bitch)
And I'ma have another bitch, ain't no replacing me (Uh-uh)
Don't fuck with 12, with the bows, boy, I sell dozens
Ex-bitch in her feelings 'cause I fucked her cousin
Been off the porch since 13, Diego been thuggin'
Rearrange a n***a face, he caught himself muggin'
[Verse 2: Tay B]
Boy, to me you super mad 'cause your bitch fuckin'
With a bitch that's super bad, call her McLovin
Acrobat with the chop, he gon' flip somethin'
You can catch me with doc, I got scripts bustin'
You a lucky man, them bullets barely flew past you
If I wanted your opinion, bitch, I'd ask you
Yeah, watch out for hoes, boy, they'll trap you
She just fucked me, but your bitch, she give you a hassle

[Verse 3: DooDat600]
And I ain't gotta be the man you tryna be attached to
And if the shit ain't 'bout no bands then that will not be natural
'Cause when you fall, ain't nan' bitch gon' be there to catch you
And I'll simp your dumb ass, I ain't gon' fuckin' after you
Drippin' sauce on these hoes like some lamb chops
And we keep blicky on our laps, ain't no stash spot
Just dropped the stock, had a ladder on my last Glock
And bounce back after the narcs raided my last spot

[Verse 4: Tay B]
Man, I had a couple hundred in my stash spot
Huh, crazy shit to get the cash, huh
It's in my past now, I got fans now
Call your bitch Will Smith, we'll send her Hancock
Chill with that Hi-Point, it's gon' jam, aight?
Go get some bands, get the fuck up off the 'Gram, aight?
Freak bitch deep throatin', shit, really chokin'
Got bad bitches up in Oakland, they see me in Oakland
[Chorus: Tay B]
Yeah, I know some n***as rich off pimpin', huh, yeah
Yeah, my other Cali n***as lick hittin', huh, yeah, huh
Real bippin', huh, yeah
I know some n***as with y'all pimpin', huh?
And my other Cali n***as with y'all bippin', huh?
Yeah, I got some real n***as that be flu flammin'
My bitches runnin' up a check so they ain't through scammin'