[Intro: YSN Flow & Doe Boy]
Doe Beezy
On granny, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
On granny, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
On granny, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
L462, gang, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, let's go)

[Chorus: YSN Flow & Doe Boy]
I'm tryna run up them bands
Give that to my friends, so I can go do it again
I come from where you don't win
Finally won, but scared I'ma lose it again
Fuck on his bitch, send her back to her n***a
She hittin' my phone, tryna do it again
Hand-me-downs was all I rocked
I ain't have no guap, no, I can't go through it again (Doe Beezy)

[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
I'ma fuck her and her friend
I hit two hoes in the Benz (Skrrt, skrrt)
I got some killers that can't be on camera
Play and they shoot like a lens (Brrt, brrt)
Ice on my body, I'm drippin' water
I wash away all my sins (Woo, woo)
Run up on Doe, that's a no go
You will end up on the flo' like YSN (Oh really?)
He ain't ever caught no body
Why you let him run with ya gang? Why he in? (Pussy)
Oh, you thought it was sweet? N***a, try again
Slid a hour ago, tell them slide again (Skrrt, boom, boom, boom)
Try the band, god, they drummin'
Yeah, them chopsticks look like violins
Still screamin', "Fuck your dead homie"
We'll dig him up, he could die again, bitch
Snuck in the club and I came wit a blick
Came in with her man, left on my dick
Sixty K, I Patek my wrist
Hundreds shots, I protect my shit (Ayy, ooh, yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna hit a n***a, I don't shoot in the wind (Brrt, brrt)
My lil' stepper caught a body and he ready to do it again (Oh really?)
[Chorus: YSN Flow]
I'm tryna run up them bands
Give that to my friends, so I can go do it again
I come from where you don't win
Finally won, but scared I'ma lose it again
Fuck on his bitch, send her back to her n***a
She hittin' my phone, tryna do it again
Hand-me-downs was all I rocked
I ain't have no guap, no, I can't go through it again

[Verse 2: YSN Flow]
I got on Gucci, this ain't even drip, my n***a
Don't you see I'm rich, my n***a?
You got a Glock but a bitch, my n***a
You ain't ever hit no n***a
He talkin' hot, guess he wanna get lit, my n***a
Two-eight in my clip, my n***a
Shout out my jeweler, my neck look like piss, my n***a
That's why bitches pick a n***a
I'm tryna hold up my fist with Rollie my wrist
And every diamond on it hit
Look how I'm holdin' my stick
I'm ready to blitz and put a n***a on his shit
Super hot, I know I'm lit
Remember when I wasn't shit
Now everybody want a pic and everybody on my dick
These n***as switchin' sides
If he flippin' sides then we flippin' his whip
Fuck it, ballin' hard, I need a bucket, makin' money, bitch, I love it
These bitches be fuckin', that's why I can't do the lovin'
And that's why I can't do the trustin', I fucked, then I'm dubbin'
Mama, I'm hot as an oven and all these bitches tryna touch it
Look how I'm comin', walk in the room and I'm bussin'
Ain't even fuck and she cummin' (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: YSN Flow]
I'm tryna run up them bands
Give that to my friends, so I can go do it again
I come from where you don't win
Finally won, but scared I'ma lose it again
Fuck on his bitch, send her back to her n***a
She hittin' my phone, tryna do it again
Hand-me-downs was all I rocked
I ain't have no guap, no, I can't go through it again