Lyricist : Doodie Lo/King Von
Composer : Doodie Lo/King Von
[Intro]
(AyeTM)
[Chorus: King Von]
He tried to rob, I had to blow (I had to blow)
That boy was tweaking, bet he won't do that no more (He won't do that no more)
I leave him stinky, this that Tooka, this that dope (That Tooka, this that dope)
We up in traffic, it's just me and Doodie Lo (It's just me and Doodie Lo)
[Post-Chorus: King Von]
Uh, who got fire? I want smoke (Oh I want smoke)
And I ain't stopping at no lights, I'm on go (Oh I'm on go)
Talking like you 'bout that life then drop the lo' (Then drop the lo', bitch)
Pull up, hopping out, me and Doodie Lo (It's me and Doodie Lo, boom, boom)
[Verse 1: Doodie Lo]
You know Von, that's my bro (That's my bro)
Six to twenty-four, you better check the score (You better check the score, bitch)
****ed her in Kankakee and took her to the O (I took her at the O)
You get caught lacking and we'll blick you at the store (We'll blick you at the store, boom, boom, boom)
Doing hits and ride with Drac's in the Masi' (We in that Masi')
You ever smoked a n***a stood over a body? (You ain't killed nobody)
I made a million off P's in the streets (Off p's)
Put a bag on your head and you dead in a week (Gang, boom, boom)
[Verse 2: King Von]
Ain't no discussion, when we touch him, they gon' have to rush him (Rush)
Right to the hospital, that's what he get, that's repercussion (That's what he get)
That n***a woofin', all that tough shit, get him left in public (What?)
It ain't nothing, I gave out a hunnid, boy, I bet they coming
Strong stomach, I did s**t up close, I ain't never vomit (Boom, boom)
Go run deep, but if he hit that floor, he ain't gon' see it coming
Get so high, I be seeing something (Huh?)
These niggas can't see me or nothing
Your b***h on me like a flea or something (Yeah, yeah)
And these niggas know how I'm coming
[Verse 3: Doodie Lo & King Von]
I won't think twice for this (Twice)
And if a n***a touch my chain, then he gon' die for this (Take his life)
I was gon' wife the hoe but found out she a trifflin' b***h (She a trifflin' b***h)
Ain't coming in the club if we can't get our pipe it (Boom)
OTF, they know us (Yeah)
Bitch we T, we go nuts (Get it)
SRT, doing donuts (Skrr)
All the opps some broke ****s (****s)
Kill off lean, I pour up (Lean)
Dead opps, we roll up (**** 'em)
All of my niggas do too much
Doodie Lo, how he just parked him a school bus (Boom, boom, boom)
[Chorus: King Von]
He tried to rob, I had to blow (I had to blow)
That boy was tweaking, bet he won't do that no more (He won't do that no more)
I leave him stinky, this that Tooka, this that dope (That Tooka, this that dope)
We up in traffic, it's just me and Doodie Lo (It's just me and Doodie Lo)
[Post-Chorus: King Von]
Uh, who got fire? I want smoke (Oh I want smoke)
And I ain't stopping at no lights, I'm on go (Oh I'm on go)
Talking like you 'bout that life then drop the lo' (Then drop the lo', bitch)
Pull up, hopping out, me and Doodie Lo (It's me and Doodie Lo, boom, boom)
