[Verse: DaBoii]
Heard n***a speakin' on my brother, till them boys to drop pin
Backstage at the show, you know we snuck the chop in
My lil' bro a janitor, you know he love to mop shit
N' free my brody out the slam, that n***a love to drop shit
I got 10 on me now, show me where the opps live
I hit the bitch and her friend, lil' baby know I'm toxic
Yeah I done made it out the trenches, but still love a thot bitch
If police don't pull up driving crazy, I done get your car flipped
You always focused on them hoes, boy you ain't never locked in
From the north to the west, n***as know we locked in
N***as know we locked in, pussy n***as locked out
They pop that shit up on the net, but never with the pop out
Summertime, Carties on, I'm cruisin' with the top down
I love when I get that call, bitch another opp down
FN 57 bitch shoot baby chop rounds
Aim my Glock on a stranger, why you talking hostile?
This n***a died, and he ain't slide, heard he was tryna cop out
Stop all that lyin' in them songs, that some shit you not 'bout
I threw a switchy on the bitch, but 30 heard a chop sound
2 am leaving the club, I'm walking with the Glock out
I mix the Virgil with the Yeezy, had to bring the sauce out
She keep accusing me of shit, like what the fuck you talmbout?
Popping percs back to back, I can't think in this bitch
[?] asked what I saw, I can't see, not for shit
Daydreaming bout them bands, I never think bout a bitch
Oh you don't think that hoe fucking? You don't think, not a bit
You don't think, not a bit, use your head dumb n***a
Summertime in the winter, don't get fanned up
Now when they was popping off the shots, where your mans was? (N***a)
Pass a bitch to the gang, I don't handcuff (Bitch)
And bitch you better not push on us, [?] up in the sprinter van
Bitch I don't give a fuck, I ride a plug, I ride a middle man
Bitch, where I from bitch we ain't get sturdy, we just thizzle dance
Boy thought he was off a perc 30, that's a skittle fam
Bro ain't try to send no pop shots, he tryna kill a man
That boy ain't try to make it up to God, say he'll kill again
N***a sounding hard up in these songs, when he kill a-
Where I'm from they call me D-Boii, but I'm still the man
[Outro: DaBoii]
Uh-uh but I'm still the man
Call me D-(uh), bitch I'm still the man
Huh, [?]
Boy ain't send no pop shots, tryna kill a man
Hey, ona gang n***a (Ay, ay)
Ay, ay you know where we hang n***a
Ay, ay you know what I bang n***a
You know what I claim n***a
SOB the gang n***a
Bitch