CLOUT CHASE Lyrics – Doe Boy (feat. DaBaby)
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Big Doe Beezy, man (Oh, really?)
Your favorite rapper scared of me, man, stop playin’ (Big Doe Beezy)
Real gangsters *** with me, I don’t give a *** who don’t
Play with me, I bet he won’t, haha (Freeband Gang)
Oh, really? (Top shotta, let’s roll)
***, I rock Chanel but don’t make me grab the Dickies (Drippy)
Ohio ***, for real, I rob rappers, go ask Trippie (No bap)
I don’t go nowhere without my Glizzy, go ask Drizzy (No bap)
Hit every baddie in the city, but I slipped, ain’t smashed piggy (Haha)
I hit, “Shh,” I ain’t gon’ lie, she let me *** ’til I had millies (Bless)
Glizzy got perfect attendance, this *** comin’ in class with me (Rrah-baow)
Grew up with no ho, used to could bag a Brittany (Simple)
*** whatever ho, ***, I could wake up, bag Iggy (Mwah, come here, baby, Azalea)
Can’t lie, I was in jail, she had me fantasizin’ (Fantasizin’)
Once a ***, could have her and her friends flyin’ private (Flyin’ private)
I ain’t boxin’, diamonds hit, feel like a drop kick (What’s up?)
***, play that nine blick, it stop a lot of nonsense
Rubberband Money Gang, ***, that who I ride with (RMB)
I got lit, named, “Shh,” my ***, I’ll *** a dime *** (Mwah, come here, baby)
I’m top shotta, don dada, *** is just a sidekick (Haha)
I’m that *** make my main *** choose my side ***, uh
Walk down gang, but we run down on ’em (Walk down on ’em)
Think he can stand under the rain ’til it come down on him (Big walk down gang)
Scared of my name ’til this day ’cause I dump rounds on ’em
Could wear Bottega every day, I’m still gon’ stomp on ’em (Grrah, stepper)
Let me in the game, now I’m really a problem (Doe Beezy)
Model throwin’ up my gang, and she don’t even get followed (Fool)
I don’t clout chase, I hit *** with ten million followers (True story)
And I did that before I had ten million dollars, ya dig? (Oh, really?)
Yeah, could’ve *** your favorite rapper, ***, I let her slide (Let’s go)
I’m the type to set it off right there, don’t let it ride
He gon’ pillow talk and say he play with me, he tellin’ lies
Wink my eye at that lil’ *** when she walk by, she mesmerized, yeah
I had hoes treat me like the G.O.A.T. ‘fore I had the deal
Got pulled over with all pounds when I signed to Interscope, but I had to peel
I got three and half grams rolled up, but the *** that I smoke sittin’ behind my ear
I’m at the football game with the kids, you could play if you want, you gon’ die on the field
***, dread-head *** think he Chief Keef, try and slide on me, he gon’ die on a drill (Uh)
*** talkin’ ’bout robbin’ me, might as well get *** and die on a pill
And ***, I ain’t comin’ off of ***, you gon’ learn you in here with a shark, I’m ride ’til the wheels
On some bad boy ***, I’ll slide across the floor in the dark, I be firin’ with skills
If I want the ***, then you just lost her, boy, believe me, let’s go
*** say she wanna be Freeband gang, I tossed her to Doe Beezy
Stop and get a corn beef sandwich with Frito Lays, with my Glock when I’m in Cleveland
‘Bout to take some brand new flowers to my daddy grave while I’m rockin’ double Cs
I tell her
***, I rock Chanel but don’t make me grab the Dickies (Uh)
But don’t make me grab the Dickies (No bap)
***, I rock Chanel but don’t make me grab the Dickies (No bap, uh)
But don’t make me grab the Dickies (Haha, oh, really?)
Stunk bean, haha (It’s gone)
Partner, I know his ass did
Ah, ***, man, was ‘posed to put some gas in this, ah, yeah
Niggas be doin’ ho ass *** (On God)
*** breezin’ me, ***
This *** beamin’, bruh