Craig and DooDoo

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, DJ Show Out time, what the fuck goin' on) (Gentle Beatz) [Chorus: Trap Dickey] My whole clique on fire (Boom), damn right, we the hottest (What else?) Real street nigga, I can serve each side of Carolina (On the gang) The streets need me to pop it (Boom), waitin' on me to drop it (What else?) Gold chains on like I'm Mr. T, I'm the one that beat up Rocky (Trap) I serve weed for profit (Boom), we serve fiends to Roxy's (What else?) Black bitch mean like Rossi, Batman, my niggas kings of robbin' (Boom) I got Ps, low-low, in the club with Gs and cuzzos (Trap) Watch the feds, they takin' a photo Nigga, security, Craig and DooDoo (Boom) [Verse 1: Trap Dickey & Cartel Bo] Real gangster, shoot through the peephole Take a shot, this shit like a free throw (Gang) From the block, hood hero, plugged in with Cartel BO (Boom) That's gang rollin', Cee Lo Still in the streets, so I'm dodgin' my PO (Boom) Still servin' fits, Geno (Geno), die 'bout a bitch, we know (Gang, hey, go) [Verse 2: Cartel Bo] Money mine for the takin' (Yeah) Huh, fry his ass like bacon (Haha) Gang go surround a nigga with them sticks like this a Donald Trump assassination (Grrah) Just like a pencil, I need paper (Yeah) Got more championships than the Lakers (Hey) She gon' get down on her knees good and look up to me like her savior (Ha-ha, yeah) Tap the side of her head like a taper (Ha) Snap my fingers, I get to movin' things (Yeah) Don't tip me like gratuity (Nah) Metal on my hands like the Wolverine We gon' make a movie, nigga, play dumb, we gon' kill 'em off like a bad actor (Hey) I don't need a mask, finna wave that bitch like COVID-19, gang, gang (Haha, ha, get 'em in) Do great business with these meth heads, these pill heads, these crack addicts (Yeah) Don't subtract shit, don't divide nothin', I do not agree with your mathematics (Woo) Niggas killin' shit, screamin', "Gang gang" in that courtroom, they be lab rats (Ha) Take a look at me, all I do is speak and collect the fee like the bad power (Yeah) [Chorus: Trap Dickey & Cartel Bo] My whole clique on fire (Boom), damn right, we the hottest (What else? Yeah) Real street nigga (Hey, hey), I can serve each side of Carolina (On the gang) The streets need me to pop it (Boom), waitin' on me to drop it (What else?) Gold chains on like I'm Mr. T, I'm the one that beat up Rocky (Trap) I serve weed for profit (Boom), we serve fiends to Roxy's (What else? Yeah) Black bitch mean like Rossi, Batman, my niggas kings of robbin' (Boom) I got Ps, low-low, in the club with Gs and cuzzos (Trap) Watch the feds, they takin' a photo Nigga, security, Craig and DooDoo (Boom)