Covid-19 - Doe Boy

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

Yeah

Doe Beezy

Doe Beezy

Doe Beezy

Big Doe Beezy, excuse me

Fuck y’all talking about

Hopped in the streets jumped in head first (jumped in head first)

We don’t shoot below the waist bitch we shoot head first (brrr)

I don’t have no money problems cuz I put the bands first

Only problems that I got is who I want dead first (oh really)

Fuck a Covid-19 (Fuck a Covid-19)

I’m still outside with a Glock 19

I got cake all in my pockets neck full of ice cream

All your homies dying nigga you ain’t on the right team

You ain’t with the gang you on the wrong side, bitch

Kick your door and leave your baby momma hog tied bitch

You can’t call I a bitch

You can’t call I a snitch

You can’t call I a broke boy

Can’t even call my check

You don’t really rock designer, what you know about them kicks?

See my gang up in the party snuck them poses in the brr brr

Said he with the shits but I don’t know about his clique

Saw a op in traffic then I dove out that whip

Million dollars later I’m still posted up on Knowles

Heard he scraped the bowls, scraped his face with this pole

Get a nigga murdered then hop right back on the roll

Pussy ain’t gon' catch a body probably won’t even catch a cold

Ain’t gon' put his hands on my why he lyin sayin that

Only time I be knocked out is in the back seat of a maybach

Keep your barber drinking son

Rock your ass to sleep we gon' come through when you don’t think we coming

Leave that nigga slumped over cuz he think he tough as fuck

We hop out we running up

Shots to the neck he drunk as fuck (oh really)

I been poppin pill gon' make me pick back up the double cup

I thought they was gon' come up the store we had to double up

Posted in the hood with that on (with that on)