Lyrics

Talkin' hanging out wit' the D-Boi's You know you a D-Boi 'Cause when someone frontin' something S'like havin' two daddies One time my home boy fronted me a 8-ball at 3 o'clock At 4:30, he wanted the money back It's rough bein' on that thang, man How you gonna front me somebody done fronted you? He ain't no real real hustler, the dude shootin' at both of us Hit you wit' a quarter pound, talkin' bout "we coming up" A real D-Boi know you gotta get you own work And you don't get high off your own supply 'Til later on at night I gotta drop of 'bout 30 keys Car keys