paroles de chanson Baby Shark - Doe Boy

Come on Nose Ave, he gon' shoot it
Course I got my gun, crazy ass
Hahaha
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Yeah, that's for all the opps, haha

Why that nigga ridin' through my block like he from here?
Never seen your whip on the strip, you can't come here (Nose Ave)
Since he got the stick, pull up on his bitch, get stuck here
Gonna shoot the clip, have a sleepover, get slumped here
Grew up in them trenches, pussy niggas never was there (Nah, for real)
12 years old, beating niggas up for bus fare (Nah, for real)
Me and my mom was broke, bitch, I barely had no lunch fare
Now I'm sharing all my thots with the
Opps, they gon' cuff there (Oh, really?)
I don't trust nobody, it's just me and my gun
My J robbin' everybody so I call him my son
If it's up there, it's stuck there, it is what it was
I go to war with hundred rounds, you go to war with your tongue, pussy

Drop, walk down, meant every word that I said (No cap)
Slide the door back, hop out, walk down out the minivan (Skrrt)
Go and weigh a whole hundred bands, bitch, I really can
Never been a groupie, but in Fendi, I'm they biggest fan (Oh, really?)
Call up Lil Wiz, he with the Uzi
Come on Nose Ave, he gon' shoot him (Nose Ave)
Menace to society, my life a movie (Doe Beezy)
I love my ho, I love my pole, you think I'm choosin'?
Shit, that four-oh
'Cause if I go broke,
I know she won't be there no more (Nah, for real)
I don't need my gang to hype me up, I pull up solo (Gang)
You can ask the opps, they hit my line, I pulled up dolo (Facts)
Paid my youngin for a body, he just made me send a photo
And he gon' find out the info
Fucked your bitch, she broke your heart,
You should've let that shit go (Pussy)
Asked me why I'm savage,
Had to tell the bitch I'm rich, ho (Doe Beezy)
Whole time I was plottin' on your ex, it's time to kick door
Fuck shit, I never mind that
Sign to Rubber Band Murder Gang, it's murders on your contract (Gang)
Paramedics, they can't bring him back, left the line flat
Chopper on my lap, that bitch hit like Mortal Kombat
Bitch, I got that MAC again, bitch, I'm back again (Doe Beezy)
I be beggin' Future,
Told him let me rob his rappin' friends (Freebandz)
If I hit the right play, I'd probably never rap again (Nah, for real)
I ain't good with arguin', play with me, bitch, we won't chat again
Can't no thottie claim me, can't no nigga play me
Temperamental, don't know what I might do when I get angry
All I wanted to do was rob niggas, money saved me (Facts)
Philly played me, leave him in his drawers like DaBaby (Oh, really?)
Got my GED in prison, nigga, I'm a dropout (I'm a dropout)
Go back to my city, post a flyer, opps don't pop out (Facts)
See Doe Beezy in the building, know we brought them Glocks out
We don't fuck with snitches, we gon' go to trial, a cop out (Gang)
Rubber Band Money Gang shit (Rubber Band Money Gang)
We ain't with that lame shit (Gang, gang gang)
Pull up, we gon' spray shit
(Doe Beezy)