Fr Doe

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Pull up in a shaker Yeah, pull up in a shaker [Verse 1: StanWill] Pull up in a shaker Them bitches try to pull me over, I'll see you later You want her, you can have her, if I want her, I'ma take her I wouldn't buy the bitch a white T, I heard you Baped her Ate her, all she [?] dick, made her blow me like a paper Bro got drank, purpin' yellow like a Laker My belt match my blick with shit like a stapler [?] make me mad or get on your ass, no faking Yeah [Verse 2: TRL] That's the nigga with the dread Don't make me mad, money may get on your head Bring your friend with you, tryna see if she a ten Cool right now, but I can show you how to get Your bitch ain't shit, she get dogged like a pit Caught the nigga out, he started calling it quits If I ain't got no legs then I'm crawlin' to it It's the [?] SB, she let all of us in [Verse 3: StanWill] Finna crash the Benz, we ain't trippin' on it, 'cause you rich We'll hop up in the Hellcat and wrap that bitch with tint You can't even see me 'cause I'm sliding with the stick [?] on bro, stop the whip, you see he tryna jump the fence [Verse 4: TRL] Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, another dead nigga All the hoes love us 'cause they know that we the bread winners You the type to do a drill, then say that your mans did it Better stack them bands, but just stick to the plan, nigga [Verse 5: StanWill] Yeah Salad in my Ksubis, I got plushes on my ass cheeks I be shit talking, you would think a nigga ass speak He ain't got my love, 'cause my bitch know I'm where a bag be Bitch, I get pape' from all angles Pulled a demon out a bitch, I'm rocking Palm Angels If it's up with one of us, you know we all hate you Lil' bro Da Vinci with that bitch, I'll have my dawg paint you (Nah, for real, though) [Verse 6: TRL] Be for real, though, you ain't never had a turn, nigga How it feel, ho? Know my money real long Do it in my sleep, this shit light like a field goal Two watches, three chains, got a dollar bill [?] [Verse 7: StanWill] I wanna be a hot boy, so he got fanned Leave a nigga shitty, boy, like he 'came Stan If you ain't in no motion, nigga, then you get canceled And she got her nails done just to get hammered [Verse 8: TRL] I just got the head from her, I ain't even slam her Brodie, when you try to slide, don't forget to jam her Pull up, we'll match to smoke and give you niggas cancer Unc' stepping on the work, you think the nigga dancing [Verse 9: StanWill] Dog in the cat while my paws on her kitty Feel like Cade Cunningham how I ball in my city Could be Quagen or the Wock', pour it all in the [?] Fuck some Rolls, I told Hutch I want all of 'em pissy [Outro: StanWill] But I'm a Shitty boy (ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?) (But you know that, though) (Yeah)