Killing You (feat. BIG30 & Yung Mal) - Doodie Lo

Big bro got a choppa Put that b*tch right to your collar She suckin' d*ck baby swallow Junkies put sh*t up they nostrils You wanna bag come and cop it My nigga like Batman & Robin This Xanax here got my heart throbbin' Smokin' on gas got me nauseous Wassup with these logiks I heard that Lil' ManMan the topic Pull up and we like to pop sh*t Send some shots right through ya cockpit F*ck nigga know he ain't bout shit My KB know they like to rock sh*t Run up and watch how I drop sh*t Bounce out with nothing but mop sticks (yeh) Mop sticks, hundred rounds come out these chopsticks I'm on them perks and narcotics Please don't trip I'll catch me a body Forty inside it, these skinnys can't hide it I bust down the check with the gang, divide it My brother in the chain gang they got him ridin' I seen a lot of shit but I can't talk about it I was down now I'm up, surprising My diamonds retarded this kid karate Pissy Porta Potty, run up that sack and bless everybody Lil' ManMan with me he good with that choppa All these blue hundreds my partner Seen niggas fold yeah I done lost potnas So many racks you think that I hit the lotto They told me go get 'em, I got 'em Big bro got a choppa Put that b*tch right to your collar She suckin' d*ck baby swallow Junkies put sh*t up they nostrils You wanna bag come and cop it My nigga like Batman & Robin This Xanax here got my heart throbbin' Smokin' on gas got me nauseous Wassup with these logiks I heard that Lil' ManMan the topic Pull up and we like to pop sh*t Send some shots right through ya cockpit F*ck nigga know he ain't bout shit My KB know they like to rock sh*t Run up and watch how I drop sh*t Bounce out with nothing but mop sticks (yeh) Pull up run down with them chopsticks Play with the money that sh*t get you shot qucik Smoke in the air nothin' but murder Big boy 45 make him jump like a hurdle Keep up with the pace boy you move like a turtle We live by the code forever omerta Tried selling me lies that I never heard of Clip full of hallows no tellin' who burnt him Beat up the beat like I'm Rocky How you a killer and ain't shot anybody Say you want smoke but a f*ck nigga hiding Play with them rocks like I'm mf mining We goin' forward ain't no rewinding F*ck a lil' deal Lil' ManMan not signing Sippin' on lean, changing the climate I don't want watches, I got perfecft timing Big bro got a choppa Put that b*tch right to your collar She suckin' d*ck baby swallow Junkies put sh*t up they nostrils You wanna bag come and cop it My nigga like Batman & Robin This Xanax here got my heart throbbin' Smokin' on gas got me nauseous Wassup with these logiks I heard that Lil' ManMan the topic Pull up and we like to pop sh*t Send some shots right through ya cockpit Fuck nigga know he ain't bout shit My KB know they like to rock sh*t Run up and watch how I drop sh*t Bounce out with nothing but mop sticks (yeh)

Yeah Huh, uh, uh Run that back, Turbo Yeah We got too many sticks, yeah, we ready for war Sippin' that syrup out the pint, oh I got blue cheese out the bank, oh Yves Saint Laurent to my ankles All the new cribs come with gates, oh We not gon' let you escape, no Racks on my plate, I eat pesos (yeah, uh racks) VVS on me look like waterfalls Your bitch on my dick, I can't get her off The new condo bigger, got taller walls I'm the real dripper, don't shop at the mall Pint in two liters, it's hard to dissolve For that money, not signing, I'm choppin' it off Stackin' these millions, gettin' big as the law Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh Ah young Charlie Sheen, let the cash talk (cash talk) Drove the coupe so fast I broke the asphalt (asphalt) Took that bag and I'm blowin' your ass off (bag) I'ma hop in this spaceship and blast off (blast off) New four door big body Jaguar (Jaguar) Told 'em Gunna stay fresher than Lysol (Lysol) Told myself and the team this the last lot Sippin' codeine got me sleepy (sleepy) I see you a hater through 3D (I see you) It gotta say Maybach, Mercedes (Mercedes) You want you a show, need to pay me (pay me) Won't old enough, wish I sold dope in the 80's I know for sure I'd be whippin' the baby (whippin' the baby) Fuckin' the shit out your hoe, make her crazy (uh) Play with them sticks like I'm born in Lil Haiti Found me a bit', this shit fat like a maze One on one jeans, these the only ones made (one on one) All of this ice, it must be a ice age (ice age) My future too bright, gotta keep us some shade (shade, ah) She wan' rock the mic, put the dick in her face I fuck with your type, we can fuck and get paid (fuck and get paid) Designer my life but I still rock the J's (designer) I ran it up, set a price for my name (run it up) We got too many sticks, yeah, we ready for war Sippin' that syrup out the pint, oh I got blue cheese out the bank, oh Yves Saint Laurent to my ankles All the new cribs come with gates, oh We not gon' let you escape, no Racks on my plate, I eat pesos (yeah, uh racks) VVS on me look like waterfalls Your bitch on my dick, I can't get her off The new condo bigger, got taller walls I'm the real dripper, don't shop at the mall Pint in two liters, it's hard to dissolve For that money, not signing, I'm choppin' it off Stackin' these millions, gettin' big as the law Hey, huh, your bitch on my dick, I can't get her off If she fuck me, gotta fuck my dawgs I pour up some lean mixed with Adderall Too many racks in these jeans, stuff some more in my drawers I got my drip from Japan, can't find this in the mall He done ran up them bands, how you do that, Yung Mal? Had to stay down through the summer, the winter, the spring, and the fall I got too many bitches, can't answer they calls Too many spot, we at condos and lofts (switch it up) Too many whips, spent 250 on cars Too much of this drip, make 'em eat up the sauce (eat it up) Too many slimes, you forever get crosses Too many crime 'cause I'm never gon' talk Ain't goin' broke, bitch, I got racks in the vault Private jet, you know we flyin' the Hawk Me and Gunna spent a dime in New York Still play with that fork when they think it's a drought Got some racks on me now, got some more at the house Went and did a show, I left your hoe at the house I stay ready for war if you know it or not, uh Sippin' that syrup out the pint, yeah They want me to lose but I can't, nah We got too many sticks, yeah, we ready for war Sippin' that syrup out the pint, oh I got blue cheese out the bank, oh Yves Saint Laurent to my ankles All the new cribs come with gates, oh We not gon' let you escape, no Racks on my plate, I eat pesos (yeah, uh racks) VVS on me look like waterfalls Your bitch on my dick, I can't get her off The new condo bigger, got taller walls I'm the real dripper, don't shop at the mall Pint in two liters, it's hard to dissolve For that money, not signing, I'm choppin' it off Stackin' these millions, gettin' big as the law

Bitch Yeah, yeah, huh (Kino Beats) huh, yeah Every beat I get on, I'm walkin' Drip every day like I hopped out the coffin Pass your bitch 'round, we gon' toss her Nigga ain't gettin' no money, why the fuck is you talkin'? The Benz paid for, but I used to be walkin' Them killers with me, proceed with caution I done took so many losses, can't let 'em cross me Fuck what they say, I get money, I'm bossin' Went got a sack and started wildin' Sack on your head, that's a bounty They paid a sack, I'm on stage for an hour Got my whole hood behind me Mama FaceTimed me this morning just smilin' Bought a new chain, could've went bought a Masi' (blrrrd) Put this shit on, bitch, I need my own island (blrrrd, blrrrd) Go get the money, nigga, fuck it, keep grindin' (ayy-ayy) Stay out the way, 'cause this shit'll get violent (big blrrrd) Don't post on the 'net that it's smoke (no, no) And go hide when your mans 'nem dyin' (your mans 'nem dyin') Spin through they block, hit somethin' every time (like every time) CG blitz like defensive lineman (defensive lineman, yup) Chopper with the light for this ice (blrrrd, blrrrd) Run up, I blind you while I'm shinin' (shinin') Know we murder murder 'bout these diamonds ('bout these diamonds) CG for life, ain't no rewindin' (ain't no rewindin', nigga) Forever gang, no never mindin' (blrrrd) We whack shit at perfect timin' (at perfect time) Certified members around me only, want bodies and diamonds (yup) Just dropped that bag, we do 'em bad (blrrrd, blrrrd), walk 'em down, get to smilin' (get to smilin') Overkill, that FОХ13 work, know we promote the violence (big 13, yeah) And ask about us, get the drop, you gone 'less than a week (In less than a week) No, ain't no gettin' away, they said some shit made us forever beefin' (ever beefin', yeah) I'm in my prime, you niggas washed up, all my work be recent (blrrrd) Outside with glizzies, go get your switch, nigga, it's Shiesty season, blrrrd Every beat I get on, I'm walkin' (big blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd) Drip every day like I hopped out the coffin Pass your bitch 'round, we gon' toss her (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd) Nigga ain't gettin' no money, why the fuck is you talkin'? (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd) The Benz paid for, but I used to be walkin' Them killers with me, proceed with caution I done took so many losses, can't let 'em cross me Fuck what they say, I get money, I'm bossin' Went got a sack and started wildin' Sack on your head, that's a bounty They paid a sack, I'm on stage for an hour Got my whole hood behind me Mama FaceTimed me this mornin' just smilin' Bought a new chain, could've went bought a Masi' Put this shit on, bitch, I need my own island Go get the money, nigga, fuck it, keep grindin' Stay out the way, 'cause this shit'll get violent Yeah, bitch tryna eat up the drip She know I custom my drip Niggas got loose lips, sinkin' the ship That Glock 4-5, sit right on my hip Devil feel tried, then I'm bustin' off rip When I go inside her, she bustin' off rip Lil' bitch get a grip The shit that I sip three hundred a zip Yeah, yeah, yeah, hah My whole gang lit and they turnt Couple niggas switched up, but they burnt I got a job, come work Don't got a job, but they know we got work Bitch, I be in the clouds, keep poppin' these Percs Can't squash no problems, the beef come first Headshot, boy, your vest won't even work Everything I got come straight out the dirt Yeah, straight out the muddy Fuck it, I'm pourin' up muddy Nigga went broke, what he do with the money? I guess he through with the money No, I'm not new to this money Never switch up, I can't change on my buddy 1.5 my label, I'm uppin' the budget Neck full of water, bitch, I need a bucket Pop it on niggas like, "Fuck it" Pass me the ball and I'm motherfuckin' dunkin' Every beat I get on, I'm walkin' Drip every day like I hopped out the coffin Pass your bitch 'round, we gon' toss her Nigga ain't gettin' no money, why the fuck is you talkin'? The Benz paid for, but I used to be walkin' Them killers with me, proceed with caution I done took so many losses, can't let 'em cross me Fuck what they say, I get money, I'm bossin' Went got a sack and started wildin' Sack on your head, that's a bounty They paid a sack, I'm on stage for an hour Got my whole hood behind me Mama FaceTimed me this mornin' just smilin' Bought a new chain, could've went bought a Masi' Put this shit on, bitch, I need my own island Go get the money, nigga, fuck it, keep grindin' Stay out the way, 'cause this shit'll get violent, yeah

Is Remmy boi in the building Oh oh Yeah yeah Wetin make wey you dey love me endlessly aye Me I know say I do not deserve your love Olohun Oh no no no no You shine your light all upon me Na you wey dey give me rhythm Na you wey dey give me victory Lo lo lo love Lo lo lo love You wey give me Lo lo lo love Lo lo lo love You wey give me Lo lo lo love Lo lo lo love You wey give me Lo lo lo love Lo lo lo love Aye Na you be my testimony Number one prescription I'm way too high Supernatural invitation Love wey no dey dull me No dey give me story ooo You go leave the ninety-nine Run come looking for your boy Adura lo le se Just to enjoy this life I'm living Make you join me say eh eh eh Jesu jo jo wo Wo nu aye mi lo lo lo Darijimi Take my heart take my soul ooo Everything I give to you my lord ooo Lo lo lo love Lo lo lo love You wey give me Lo lo lo love Lo lo lo love You wey give me Lo lo lo love Lo lo lo love You wey give me Lo lo lo love Lo lo lo love Oooooh Love, love, love

Aye, yeah Where I'm from, rather have an old school than a foreign one Got a new thang, she a foreign one One of the last real left, ain't no more of us Tell me how I graduate, and still I'm goin' dumb? Gas, break, dip, slide in with a bitch From the burbs, all my homies from the Rich Gamed up, swear, I coulda been a pimp Dippin' in the lo lo, you already know tho, aye Friday night, just got my check Bucket feels like it's a Benz Better swoop up all my friends in my lo lo, lo lo One shotgun, four in the back Smallest one on someones lap Drive thru window, droppin' stacks 'til we go broke, go broke Get your money up In my city, we gon' run it up Fall back, you need to slow it down, stay in your lane Holler if you hear me, hear me I am just different, who is you kiddin' bae-bae? I'm out here livin', what is you doin', bae-bae? I am just different, who is you kiddin' bae-bae? I'm out here livin', what is you doin', bae-bae-bae? Big, big, energy, feelin' gassed up Ghost ride on you if you switch up I'm still rollin', big top, big trucks in my lo lo, lo lo Big, big, energy, feelin' gassed up Ghost ride on you if you switch up I'm still rollin', big top, big trucks in my lo lo, lo lo Dippin' in my '64 Old school, slappin', all aboard East Side Stories, cruise control Body so low, so low Get your money up In my city, we gon' run it up Fall back, you need to slow it down, stay in your lane Holler if you hear me, hear me, yeah I am just different, who is you kiddin' bae-bae? I'm out here livin', what is you doin', bae-bae? I am just different, who is you kiddin' bae-bae? I'm out here livin', what is you doin', bae-bae-bae? Big, big, energy, feelin' gassed up Ghost ride on you if you switch up I'm still rollin', big top, big trucks in my lo lo, lo lo Big, big, energy, feelin' gassed up Ghost ride on you if you switch up I'm still rollin', big top, big trucks in my lo lo, lo lo I been spendin' too much time in the middle of this state Out here with a load and my road trip's been great And my battery is low and my tolerance is low I just got a bottle, I be sippin on the (Low) She in my phone, said she was fuckin' with my broski (With my bro) I said that's cool baby, just keep it on the lowski (On the low) You know I be low key 'til that Henny get my started (Yeah) Wanna be me, but they all don't got it I am just different, who is you kiddin' bae-bae? I'm out here livin', what is you doin', bae-bae? I am just different, who is you kiddin' bae-bae? I'm out here livin', what is you doin', bae-bae-bae? Big, big, energy, feelin' gassed up Ghost ride on you if you switch up I'm still rollin', big top, big trucks in my lo lo, lo lo Big, big, energy, feelin' gassed up Ghost ride on you if you switch up I'm still rollin', big top, big trucks in my lo lo, lo lo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah