Doodle Bob

Lyrics

[Hook] Niggas sketchy I don't know who to rob I be slangin' that lead like I'm Doodle Bob I was stuck in that cell, I ain't know who to call Stressin' out cause they cut them computers off We ain't talkin' bout food, blow you up like a soup That just mean that we knockin' your noodle off My bro could've went to the league but he stuck in the streets But he still playing shooting guard I'm in love with the lemon, I'm in love with my drac, I ain't loving no women I'm in love with the liquor, I'm loving the fact that it don't help me remember shit See my dawg in the streets, they'll remember it Love to beef like I'm working at Tender Rib My dawg want appeals, not no Benadryl Tryna shine like the head that's on Little Bill [Verse] Better not send no bitch down here, you gon' get her ass spanked on this booty call My bro one purpin' ass nigga, he'll catch him a opp and walk down with his jewelry on A hundred degrees got my hoodie on My youngin' got a chop in his dip with a tank top on Nigga keep him that fully on him, used to call his ass Squid 'cause he fully armed Free my nigga James he could've went corporate He just beat him a body out Norfolk But he still gotta go see Ohio and revisit them victims he tortured Gotta stand on all business, enforce it Youngin' spinnin' just cause, they enjoy it The bags fly on the plane, they deployin' Baggin' niggas my only employment [Hook] Niggas sketchy I don't know who to rob I be slangin' that lead like I'm Doodle Bob I was stuck in that cell, I ain't know who to call Stressin' out cause they cut them computers off We ain't talkin' bout food, blow you up like a soup That just mean that we knockin' your noodle off My bro could've went to the league but he stuck in the streets But he still playing shooting guard I'm in love with the lemon, I'm in love with my drac, I ain't loving no women I'm in love with the liquor, I'm loving the fact that it don't help me remember shit See my dawg in the streets, they'll remember it Love to beef like I'm working at Tender Rib My dawg want appeals, not no Benadryl Tryna shine like the head that's on Little Bill