daboii – what i been on lyrics
[intro]
lil’ rece produced it, lil’ rece produced it
[verse 1]
n-ggas asking what i been on
out the way and in yo’ b-tch of yours
f-ck you hoes, it’s just me and my b-tch ’cause i got sick of wh0r-s
got that call my n-gga didn’t make it, d-mn near hit the floor
got the tightest grip up on my kicks, i never slipped before
bro p-ssed me the glock and said the play, i bet i get the score
they like, “boy your life so valuable, what do you risk it for?”
bro just hit a l1ck and up sixteen he tryna hit for more
sorry bae i’m talking to the mic, i had to hit ignore
she like, “take a shot for me”, the f-ck i look like? drizzy drake?
pillow talking to the b-tch boy you gon’ make a big mistake
caught a case for a hammer that i didn’t get to spray
n-gga you riding or you not? p-ssy n-gga pick your faith
brodie giving head shots so we can see what’s on your mind
walked in the club with ten hoes but ain’t none of these b-tches mine
crazy how i barely work, they like, “daboii been on his grind”
bullets flying, bet you see them b-tches come if you was blind
pull off, never speak up on it b-tch just know that we up on it
n-ggas posted, i don’t like them, rest in peace to three opponents
hit the gas and hope that sh-t take me away, i’m keyshia cole’n
sucka free, b-tch ask my mama, it ain’t much that we condoning
on the block, b-tch we patrolling
you the drunk type, we get loaded
n-ggas dad talk on the net then know what we ’bout be the boldest
the ones that flex a loaf in every pic they take, they be the brokest
when they asked you for the truth, what you do? the n-gga told it
they like, “who you under?” my own label, b-tch i’m signed to me
bought the flashlight for the baby chopper, let’s play hide and seek
baby bring that -ss up over here, there’s something i’m trying to see
tryna see if you can ride this d-ck like how i ride the beat
punk a n-gga out them dollar bills, yeah i’m suge knight’n n-ggas
you say you gon’ do what when you see me? hope mike tyson wit’ ’em
we know them your little sister’s shoes and you still tryna fit ’em
i don’t feel you n-ggas, never would, wouldn’t even try to feel ’em
she like, “what’s that little dance you do?” i got all kind of rhythm
n-ggas mia when it’s a war, but i’m still tryna k!ll ’em
p-ssy boy you know the consequences if you riding with ’em
got ditched in front of some n-ggas that i love, can’t catch no vibe with n-ggas
when it’s f-ck i’m masking up like it’s october 31st
you ain’t even really like that, you just wrote it in your verse
my n-gga hann dog on the phone, he like, “you go to switch your words”
so god forgive me for my sins, i brought explosives in the church
on the gang
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