[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Doughboy D]
I never change on my brotha, n***a if it's fuck ya then fuck ya
If you mug me I'mma buss ya
I'm a trapper real hustler
3 bands platinum bubba
Make my profit triple double
Times two if I front ya
Play with that check, royal rumble
Got them racks but I'm humble
Need some ice next summer
New residence, same number
N***a you know I won't change on the gang (Won't change)
Just keepin' it real though
Extended mag no I ain't no fag but my Glock totin' a dildo
Give a fuck how you feel hoe
If I ain't got the real I'm selling fake pills hoe
And I trap in the hills though
And I keep me a Glock just know it's concealed though
And these bullets they real Hoe
Only need one shot but I'm gone make you feel 4
Put a n***a in a figure 4
Rob me a n***a like Snow In The Bluff "Where the Fuck the Blow?" N***a you know that you a hoe
If i mark yo ass green lil n***a know it's a go
And we [?] we don't move slow
We gone wet yo ass up don't get caught in that slippery slope
[Chorus: Doughboy P]
N***a say he want smoke again?
Put that shit in the air bet that n***a gone choke again
Hit his ass with that F&N
I got 50 in the clip just for you and your fuckin' friend
N***a know we can go to war
Gone let off some shots send you flying like a shooting star
You in traffic shoot up your car
N***a say he want smoke I think lil bruh popped a bar
N***a say he want smoke again?
Put that shit in the air bet that n***a gone choke again
Hit his ass with that F&N
I got 50 in the clip just for you and your fuckin' friend
N***a know we can go to war
Gone let off some shots send you flying like a shooting star
You in traffic shoot up your car
N***a say he want smoke I think lil bruh popped a bar

[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty]
Ain't no posting up on the block
Better keep that shit moving if you ain't got none for sale
In the trap with 100 Bales
Got 50 exotics they all got a different smell
You can try but it won't work
Only time you get gangsta is after you pop a perc
I be seeing through all that
Hit a move with the drake make him flip before he fall back
It get slimy about the bread
On 375 you heard what Bagg said
Had a play on a hundred meds
But half was fake and he ain't even notice that
Had a gun you ain't blow it back
So stop all that cap you not a lil killa
2 to the head we put him in a splitter
CTE gang whole team full of hittas
Got a problem 'cause we took some from you come and get up with me
Get rich or die bitch I'm trying and I'm strapped up with this fifty
No approaching me can't get up close get hit with this ten milly
He got dumped up in the river
They found him in Mississippi (I know they did)
[Chorus: Doughboy P]
N***a say he want smoke again?
Put that shit in the air bet that n***a gone choke again
Hit his ass with that F&N
I got 50 in the clip just for you and your fuckin' friend
N***a know we can go to war
Gone let off some shots send you flying like a shooting star
You in traffic shoot up your car
N***a say he want smoke I think lil bruh popped a bar
N***a say he want smoke again?
Put that shit in the air bet that n***a gone choke again
Hit his ass with that F&N
I got 50 in the clip just for you and your fuckin' friend
N***a know we can go to war
Gone let off some shots send you flying like a shooting star
You in traffic shoot up your car
N***a say he want smoke I think lil bruh popped a bar