Doe Boy - Onna Hood lyrics

[Intro: Doe Boy & Babyface Ray] How you do them? Doe Beezy ni**a, pay me though Oh, I thought I heard a fake rapper sayin' some Hood ni**a, make the track hawk like a Lamb truck Gang [Verse 1: Doe Boy] ni**a, say he want the smoke until you really bring the drama I walk in, you see that .40, now I don't mean Balenciaga's I ain't tryna be your friend, I'm tryna fu*k your baby mama (Who?) I rolled in like 50 Bentleys, but I shot like 50 Hondas (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Used to be the plug 'til I took 'em down I don't give a fu*k, I'ma buss if I pull it out (Boom, boom) Pussy better run, you see us with the hoodies out Ice was 'posed to make me cooler now, pop a pill, fu*k it, I'ma Booda now ni**a play, I let it go, never snitch you better know Ain't it crazy how my money talk? But it never folds (It crazy) Sniper peekin' through the scope, fu*k it, go run through the door I got all this Gucci, think my closet smokin' Pookie Lo (Oh, really?) You ain't got your own go, pussy boy, who tool is that? Ran up in your trap and took your sh*t and you was cool with that (Pussy) I really think I'm trippin' still ain't see me at the foo yet (Foo) Young ni**a, I was stealin' all my teachers school desk (Doe Beezy) My young ni**a never lacked the glizzy in his school desk I be geeked up, but never be a teacher school pet (Woo) Dior on my body, I put ice all on the crew neck They said they was fu*kin' with the gang, shoo, who crew is that?(Oh really?) [Verse 2: Babyface Ray] Closet like 'em all night (Mm, hmm) Foreign lock, crawled out (What?) Chrome Heart, drug appeals (What?) You ain't even drug, how? (Mm, hmm) Smoke the Weed, runnin' lights Screamin', "fu*k the laws" huh (fu*k 'em) Movin' like I'm Tommy Buns, we will take your town down (Yes, sir) Got it on a beam with me, I ain't never seen ni**as Doctor Pepper, Cream Soda, I just put some lean on it I don't even know what these is, these Japanese demins Put 'em on for a test run, I'ma tryna put some G's in it (How much?) I'ma toxicnese, drugs I'll be mixin' (Drugs I'll be mixin') fu*k around, I'ma kill you, say she want a picture (Say she want a picture) Do her hair, send a track with me, I think she wanna lick me (Come on) 60 racks up, blues on me, long live Nipsey (Long live Nipsey) Nah, I ain't crippin', nah, I ain't blood Just a thug ni**a, raised with drug dealers Killers in the club with us, better be cool (Yeah) ni**as, ni**as doin' it for clout, you could make the news (Boy) I was workin' overtime, I ain't have any room (Huh) Cop three times, then 'round us, how you make the move? (How you make the move?) Long live free gang up, let a freak put my chain on Let the gang run the train up, let a grammy get a bankroll Flex up on me, face keep goin' Top drive back, AC on Throw ten racks, play these songs Percocet's, fu*k, we gone (fu*k me, girl) Get a check (Yeah), fu*k these hoes Goin' for it, four free long (Yeah) Touchdown dance some, way we gon' stand on it Pop a rubber bands on it, now I got her friends comin' (Yeah) On-on a hood, ni**a pay me when you land on it Oh, I thought I heard a fake rapper sayin' some Hood ni**a, make the track hawk like a Lamb truck Way before Corona, I had the mask on (ni**a)