[Intro: Doe Boy]
Bah-bah, bah-bah
You know what the fuck goin' on
(Deezy)
Bah-bah, bah-bah-bah-bah
Bah-bah-bah-bah
Bitch, let's go

[Chorus: Doe Boy & Raw Youngin]
See these whips spinnin’, spin it
Catch his ass in traffic, hop out this bitch and get to hittin' (Boom-boom, boom-boom-boom-boom)
Huh, run up on his shit blickin', hope that boy ain’t got his kids in it (Boom)
All these fuck n***as cappin', I'm real deal clapping, they know what the business is (Let's go, oh, really)
I wasn’t paying attention, just started shooting, fuck them witnesses (Boom-boom, boom-boom-boom-boom)
All my opps be dissin', but they really know what the business is
Rapping 'bout shit I really did, say they want smoke we’ll split his wig
Run up on his shit hittin' (Grrr), hittin'
All these switches hittin'

[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
Run up on hit shit hittin', n***a, uh
Shoot 'em down, then go run in his kitchen, n***a, uh (Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah)
Where that shit at, n***a, need them chickens (Where? Bah-bah)
He lost his mind, thеy found his head, but his body was missin', uh (Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah)
All facts, no cap, bitch, I am not no rap n***a, uh (No rap)
Knew I’d be a gangsta sincе I’ve been playing with action figures, uh
Fuck them bitches choosey, then her friend get clapped with her
IG thuggin', double tap pictures, I double tap triggers (Oh, really)
Choppa beat like 808, I’m with the mob (Mob)
Thuggin' me and Raw (Raw)
Rappers will get robbed (Pussy)
Fuck yo' squad, hit yo' hood, drop a bomb (Boom)
Told God I’ma stop, but I gotta do it one more time (Bah-bah)
[Chorus: Doe Boy & Raw Youngin]
See these whips spinnin’, spin it (Bitch)
Catch his ass in traffic, hop out this bitch and get to hittin'
Huh, run up on his shit blickin', hope that boy ain’t got his kids in it
All these fuck n***as cappin', I'm real deal clapping, they know what the business is (Let's go)
I wasn’t paying attention, just started shooting, fuck them witnesses (Boom-boom, boom-boom-boom-boom)
All my opps be dissin', but they really know what the business is (Facts, ah)
Rapping 'bout shit I really did, say they want smoke we’ll split his wig
Run up on his shit hittin', hittin'
All these switches hittin' (Bah-bah-bah-bah)

[Verse 2: Raw Youngin]
Boom, too many diamonds hittin'
Boom, too many blicky's hittin'
Fuck n***a trippin' (Yeah)
Runnin' to the top, can’t catch me slippin'
Say they want smoke, we gon' come through spittin' (Facts)
This a brand new Glock, boy, meet this glizzy (Glizzy)
Long live Camp, shit got too sticky
Can’t trust these hoes, man, fuck these bitches (Bah-bah)
Look at these diamonds hittin' (Bah)
I spun a hundred, for real, they thought I was trippin' (Facts)
Hop out switchin', kill 'em
Broad day, flip the whole car, we don’t care who with 'em (Grrah)
Fella back stage with an AR pistol
Put it on top, I don’t see no n***a (Gang)
Too many opps, I’m gon' need me a K with a hundred round drum that will knock down the tipper (Come on)
[Chorus: Doe Boy & Raw Youngin]
See these whips spinnin’, spin it (Bitch)
Catch his ass in traffic, hop out this bitch and get to hittin'
Huh, run up on his shit blickin', hope that boy ain’t got his kids in it (Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah)
All these fuck n***as cappin', I'm real deal clapping, they know what the business is (Let's go)
I wasn’t paying attention, just started shooting, fuck them witnesses (Boom-boom, boom-boom-boom-boom)
All my opps be dissin', but they really know what the business is (Facts, ah)
Rapping 'bout shit I really did, say they want smoke we’ll split his wig
Run up on his shit hittin', hittin' (Bah)
All these switches hittin' (Bah-bah-bah-bah)

[Outro: Doe Boy]
Bah