Play the shit you known for, Doe Boy
Everybody, everybody, stop it
Let´s go
Yeah
Doe Beezy

Now tell me who want the smoke with us
Body for body, we shoot at faces, you can´t go toe to toe with us (Boom, boom)
Opps see that minivan slidin´, they know what´s up (Skrrt)
Got them pussy niggas duckin´ down ´cause they know it´s up (Pussy)

All my youngins savage, no, we do not give no fuck
Forty hit him, felt like he got hit by a tow truck (Boom, boom)
Bullets hit his body and he died, ain´t had no luck
Plug tried to front me, I ran off like, "I owe what?" (Oh, really?)
Stop it

What type of nigga gangbang in the streets?
A youngin taught to shoot at heads and never aim at your feet (Doe Beezy)
If I catch an opp in traffic, leave his brains on the seat (Skrrt)
Only pole I hang with forty, I don´t hang with police (Oh, really?)

Ain´t no switchin´ sides, pussy, you know what mine is
Pussy nigga hide, then we go where his mom live
Go against the mob, I´ma show you what slime is (Slatt, slatt)
Try Future in the club, I´ma go out like Shyne did (Oh, really?)
Pussy better go and hide when we hop on your ass, boy (On your ass, boy)

Hope you don´t get rude, boy, I´ll show you I´m bad, boy
He think I´m a fuck boy, then go ask the last boy
I got too much cash, boy, got bags like the trash, boy
No love, fuck y´all niggas, hope you die a slow death
Catch a body with no stress
Poked his chest out, so he left here with no chest
I´m too fly to box, shootin´ guns, don´t break no sweat (Think I´m playin´?)
You dig?

What type of nigga gangbang in the streets?
A youngin taught to shoot at heads and never aim at your feet (Doe Beezy)
If I catch an opp in traffic, leave his brains on the seat (Skrrt)

Only pole I hang with forty, I don´t hang with police (Oh, really?)

It´s ´cause he hardcore nothin´, how I came up from nothin´ (Knowles Ave)
I don´t like when niggas muggin´, bitch, you know that I´m clutchin´ (Rrr)
Bitch, I came from doin´ drills, used to up it and bust it
Now I can race foreigns with Diddy kids, Christian and Justin (Oh, really?)
Niggas talk that bullshit, that money end of discussion (Let´s go)
Big Doe Beezy keep them bands, but I don´t play with percussion (Doe Beezy)
You cross me, you know it´s somethin´, bitch, it´s big repercussions (Let´s go)
Have you scared to close your eyes, you know the Grim Reaper coming (Rrr)

Boy, you know you not no gangster, take your bitch ass to church then
Wanna be a boss, go take over your turf then
Rubber Band Money Gang, don´t know no niggas worse than
I´m to real, I don´t pretend, bitch, I pop Perc´ tens (Oh, really?)

What type of nigga gangbang in the streets? (Beezy)
A youngin taught to shoot at heads and never aim at your feet (Boom, boom)
If I catch an opp in traffic, leave his brains on the seat (Skrrt)
Only pole I hang with forty, I don´t hang with police (Grrah)

Now tell me who want the smoke with us

Body for body, we shoot at faces, you can´t go toe to toe with us
Opps see that minivan slidin´, they know what´s up
Got them pussy niggas duckin´ down ´cause they know it´s up (Oh, really?)

Let´s go, Beezy
Man, hurry up
We over here
Fuck y´all niggas waitin´ on, man?
Come on
Cash grab
Let´s go
Let´s roll, right now
Oh, really