[Intro: Doe Boy]
Bah, bah (Phew, Zaytoven), bah, bah (Doe, Doe, Doe)
Bah, bah, bah, bah (Doe Beezy)
I'm fresh up off a drill, I'm on my Zay tiggy (Zay tiggy)
Bitch, I'm fresh up off (Ayy, ayy) a drill, I'm on Zay shit (Let's go, let's go)

[Chorus: Doe Boy]
Woke up, grab my Glock .9, it's time to hit the block (Bah, bah, bah, bah, let's go, let's go)
Walk down, hit his top, I ain't tryna hit his spot (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, walk down, walk down)
We don't shoot at houses, bitch (Gang), we tryna hit the opp (Fool)
Price up on your head, my youngin' (Grrah, grrt) tryna get the knot (Take off, land)
Talkin' all that shit like we gon' slide and let it chop (Grrt)
We finesse, watch what you cop, pot full of Fetty Wap (Haha, uh)
VV's in my watch (Let's go), got me stiff up on your thot (Uh)
And she getting squashed (Phew, phew, phew, phew), bitch, I'm stiff up on the opps (Oh, really, let's go)

[Verse: Doe Boy]
If you rich as fuck lift yo' wrist up (lift yo' wrist up)
I'm stiff up on an opp like I'm Nick Chubb (Like I'm Nick Cubb)
Broski love his chest so much (Skrrt, skrrt), he gives his bricks hugs (Aw, skrrt, maw)
If I lift his pistol up, I bet he bitch up, yeah (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Can't control my savages, them n***as outta pocket (Facts)
All I heard was hollerin' (Hollerin'), now all I hear is silence (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Wake up in the morning (Bah, woo, woo), pop perky like a vitamin (Let's go)
Goosie gum bottles (Yeah) like Trident (Trident), these hoes likin' it (Woah, let's go)
Four Bentley trucks, man, n***a ain't got no licenses (No)
Thought they was talking about us when they said ISIS hit, bitch (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang), we be wiping shit (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Bizzy always keeps his pipe and shit up like he on some shit (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, grrt)
If you lit and can't get touched, this gun don't care (Haha) 'bout none of that lighting shit
[Chorus: Doe Boy]
Woke up, grab my Glock .9, it's time to hit the block (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Walk down, hit his top (Skrrt, woo), I ain't tryna hit his spot (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, let's go)
We don't shoot at houses, bitch (Bah, go), we tryna hit the opp (Bah, bah, bah, bah, go)
Price up on your head, my youngin' tryna get the knot (Bah, bah, bah, bah, that rack rack)
Talkin' all that shit like we gon' slide and let it chop (Skrrt, yeah)
We finesse, watch what you cop (Phew, phew), pot full of Fetty Wap (Skrrt)
VV's in my watch, got me stiff up on your thot (Phew, phew)
And she getting squashed (Phew, phew, phew, phew), bitch, I'm stiff up on the opps (Well damn, let's go)

[Outro: Doe Boy]
Yeah, yeah, gang, gang, let's go
I'm fresh up off a drill, I'm on my Zay tiggy
Call him Zay fifty, grrah
Bitch