$hmurda Gang - Doe Boy

Mob gang, $hmurda gang

Freebandz gang

Free $hmurda's nigga

Ah ah ah

I’m a pull up on a fuck nigga

We got Draco’s in the truck with us

Can’t no nigga really fuck with us

I got Johnny in a cut

I got Swerky in a cut

It’s a choppa in a cut

And I’m still in stories nigga

Selling packs I need a cut

Plenty bands got shorty

I got bags now shorty

Got the 40, run up on me

I ain’t playing round shorty

Got a nigga down

It’s a man down

Got a shooter for me

He ain’t playing round

Ain’t a nigga tried me

Dare a nigga cross me

Let the fucking bird hang

He ain’t coming off me

Free Ashino with the mag

They gave my youngin fourteen

I was laying niggas down since I was like fourteen

Free my nigga Baby Seth he made first forty eight

Shooters quick they probly hit you with the first forty eight

Stay quiet manslaughter all the day my nigga ate

Where my nigga kept the solid boy that nigga hella hate

I got busy in adreni’s knock offs on my resume

When I ride on shit and kill em probly wouldn’t a call my case

Momma steak but it’s cool ain’t no pressure I can’t take

Fill a crate play with Hen boosie put em in his place

Gave my nigga Poopie twelve cause he brought out yellow tape

He the type to kill big or small one in yo mama face

Free Latura red dot

Gave yo boys some headshots

Pissing on these niggas graves tell em fuck the dead ops

Free Yale, Free Chuck, Free Lou, Free Luck

Free Bimma, Free Fima bad dawgs locked up

Rubber band, money gang they know niggas how this do

We ain’t snitching fuck twelve

We go hard like buttermilk

All my RDK niggas pull up and start on them

I got killas up the way if we drumming pardon them

Aye, aye, aye we gon pull up get to squeezing hoe

I make sure you never bring yo ass to prelim hoe

My shooters up whoever say we beefing hoe

I can’t tell you who that mud about a week ago

You don’t rock how I rock

All these niggas fake as fuck they ain’t shot what I shot

They ain’t really getting money, they ain’t got what I got

He might got a lil wave he ain’t hot how I’m hot

Ah, ah, ah, had my chopper send it to a lil boy

Shot that shit when other niggas goofy boy, not with I

You can catch me still on nose at the stove, what he wah

Nigga said he went on Doe for a no

Free Juan, Free Tess, he don’t even see the chalk

Nigga said he gonna smoke pussy I ain’t even cough

Had my check gang niggas, cash em all, what you thought

I was soft, then you lost

Think again, I’m a boss

Yeah I was gon spray you niggas

Changed my mind, fuck that

We gon pull up bust first nigga we don’t press back

Really god in my city, niggas know I run that

Had yo momma crying cause she ain’t gon get her son back

Run away with money B, then he on his way back

Now my niggas come and K you all so we laid back

Free hood, kick his door nigga where yo safe at

Ain’t gon tell me fucking murder man pussies face back, bitch

We gon pull up on a fuck nigga

Rubber band smell that gang who can fuck with us

Think this shit a game till we touch niggas

Three times to my fellas I say brap nigga, gang

Brap, brap