[Intro]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E

[Chorus: Doe Boy]
N***a one day'll walk down my block (Knowles Ave)
Hop out with the Glock, walk down my opps (Doe Beezy)
Pull a kick door, bet he get out my spot (Pussy)
I'ma make them bitches count when I let off my shots, let's go (Hrrt, baow)
Never been a lick, n***a, this ain't that (N***a, this ain't that)
For them blue faces, n***a, you get whacked (On the gang)
Countin' more bodies as I count more racks (Freebandz)
N***as faking like they gang, they not slime nor slatt, let's go (Slatt, slatt)

[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
N***as in they feelings but I ain't got no heart (But I ain't got no heart)
N***as never liked me, I don't want 'em to start (Fuck 'em)
Push Doe Beezy buttons, then you know he gon' start (Doe Beezy)
We done shitbagged more n***as than a grocery cart (Oh really?)
N***as taking chains for some clout off lames (For some clout off lames)
Bitch, I ain't a rapper, I'll jump off stage (No cap)
Dug his own grave, shouldn't've spoke on the gang (Gang gang)
Y'all don't know who killed the n***a, you just post on your page, hah (Oh really?)
Ex-bitch mad 'cause the bitch can't keep me ('Cause the bitch can't keep me)
Married to my chopper, ho, the streets still need me (Grrh, bah)
Wanna live your life, you better not fuck with Doe Beezy (Doe Beezy)
You'll die young, n***a, just like Eazy (Let's go)
N***a with an attitude just like Dre (Hrr)
Choppers on deck, n***a better not play (Hrrt, baow)
We some wild young n***as, we ain't fuckin' with lames (Gang gang)
Bitch, we RBMG, the new NWA (On gang)
[Chorus: Doe Boy]
N***a one day'll walk down my block (Knowles Ave)
Hop out with the Glock, walk down my opps (Doe Beezy)
Pull a kick door, bet he get out my spot (Pussy)
I'ma make them bitches count when I let off my shots, let's go (Hrrt, baow)
Never been a lick, n***a, this ain't that (N***a, this ain't that)
For them blue faces, n***a, you get whacked (On the gang)
Countin' more bodies as I count more racks (Freebandz)
N***as faking like they gang, they not slime nor slatt, let's go (Slatt, slatt)

[Verse 2: YG]
Ayy
If a n***a dead, fuck with my opps
Treat him just like a opp, shoot it out, get socked
I ain't beefin' over no thot, that's for the 400 block
I be tweakin', I be thinkin' that the plug is a cop
We some dirty n***as, bitch, yeah, the money in Glocks
My YGs flatline you, lay you down on the cot
Bitch, I was on the block when it was cold and hot
Bitch, I was on some gangster shit when I got shot
N***as braggin' 'bout a body, n***a, bodies is regular
I know about the murder, but I don't tell you
N***as braggin' 'bout a body, n***a, bodies is regular
I'm braggin' 'bout a bag, and you ain't flew on Delta
Trick top, 'bout the rules, the trick top come first (Westside, huh)
Buddha, Slim, thinkin', ****, they know all my dirt
Mark a n***a out, disrespectin' the turf (Bitch, bitch)
Make a bitch n***a pull up his skirt (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
[Chorus: Doe Boy]
N***a one day'll walk down my block (Knowles Ave)
Hop out with the Glock, walk down my opps (Doe Beezy)
Pull a kick door, bet he get out my spot (Pussy)
I'ma make them bitches count when I let off my shots, let's go (Hrrt, baow)
Never been a lick, n***a, this ain't that (N***a, this ain't that)
For them blue faces, n***a, you get whacked (On the gang)
Countin' more bodies as I count more racks (Freebandz)
N***as faking like they gang, they not slime nor slatt, let's go (Slatt, slatt)