Dougie & Kay

Lyrics

[Intro: tana] Maajins Yeah (Blatt), yeah (Baow, What the fuck going on, Maajins?) [Verse 1: tana] I'm serving that pack 'til I run out We kicking his trap to the back down He said he want smoke? Tell him, "Back down" You told on your bros, you a rat now That stick on my (Rrah) That stick on my hip, I'm finna cause a scene We keep with a mask like it's Halloween I wasn't a demon 'til I popped a bean I wasn't a demon 'til I poured a four I call up my angels and they at your door Get a blick on my hip, I'm tryna up the score And I need to calm down 'cause I'm hurting my throat [Break: tana] Ah, my bad, my bad I'ma get back right [Verse 2: tana] That drank in my cup (Sorry that I cheated) Sike, I don't give a fuck I'ma call up lil' Luisss, we count up the bucks He try to test me, so that boy out of luck Run down on your mans, uh, stick up Put him in the sand and don't let him get up And all of these bitches, I'm so fucking sick of And you better fight back, or we won't let you get up [Interlude] Let him get up, let him get up, let him get up, let him get up Fight back, nigga Fight back, nigga Fight back, fight back [Verse 3: Luisss] I'm not talking so, the Glock finna blast The Glock got two kids, I'm not talking 'bout Spaz Yeah, we put your mixtape all up in the (Uh, uh), we put your mixtape in the trash Me and tana like Dougie B and Kay Flock Got the Glock in my pocket, so you know it's hot M-Me and tana, yeah, we letting off shots I'm doing transitions like it's a TikTok (Renegade, renegade) (Yeah, what?) And I be with my hoe like I'm Kato If I need a hit, yeah, I'm calling him Shaio We spinning your town like that shit tomato We flew by my room like potato (Fuck) Isn't that shit like tornado? (I don't care) I just know that it's somewhere in the sample Broke ass nigga still asking for samples Look in the mirror, yeah, that's an example Gucci on my toe, I'm not talking 'bout camel Choppa blow him out like he was a candle His body flip just how he flipping through channels He don't know what to say, I think he playing Scramble (On God) Yeah, she in distress like a damsel Yeah, in distress I got a —, it's hitting his chest Smoking on —, it's hitting my chest Yeah, we throw up the A like a test We finna leave that lil' boy to rest Whole gang together look like birds upon a nest