Lyric Dat Doesia Shit
I m just chillin
Bein a g about the game
Suckas playa hate cause Young Ren is catchin fame
Recognize I am the g that s on the rise
Next thing you know is your dead body catchin flies
Hella dead with two big hot ones in the head
No murder weapon cause the killa fled
Murderer I am the killa on the loose
Pencil sag my click is sucker proof (ugh)
Eat a dick if you was jealous of my click
Doja shit got playa hatas on the dick
Sucka free bitches be cool with me (fool)
RIP to the g s that 6 feet deep
2-0-9 is where I m peelin caps
Whoride a motherfucker bro
Doja Clik straight hustlas on the go (ugh)
That doja shit that s on hit
Comin up in this game and gettin much respect
Hatas talk on the jock, now who s the one in check
Dank and drank in my blood and every thangs alright
Makin snaps, doin these raps, and mo sleep when I m high
Think aboiut the days I lived and how she came to be
Old in change from them days cause now it s worse you see
Stay up fool, it s all good, that s what I tell my folks
Tryin to survive, stay alive, hard times it ain t no joke
In the city, ain t no pitty, for a fuck up slip
2-0-7 all the time, on my toes I tip
When I tweek, devil speak in the chime and deep
Fightin black gangsters tryin to take me in my fuckin sleep
Now you might say I m crazy
But in my mind you ll find
The type of life that s given, brought up livin in this 2-0-9
Makin mail on the sale now I gotta ball
Don t believe, ask your bitch, I know that trick ll tell
Too many bustas on the dick now
We used to be T up G
But now you see is doja shit for l-i-f-e
Triple x gangsters is a old thang
We caught fang
But now I m straight up serious about he game
Simple ain t playin , you gotta make a come up quick
Antidote was the joint, light up the splif
Let s go see Marc Chambers
The motherfucking mac one, it s time to get smoke off a motherfucking
fat one
Go to Pat s Liqour and get a 6-4
I wanna get (??) to the curb
Straight up 2 dog
To the fuckin floor
Until I want no more
Hold me to the front door
I want to get drunk till I cant stand no more
And that s the doja shit that s on hit
Everyday, Doja Clik forever takin trips to the bay
To show my tape, I can t come fake like a bitch
Let it be known it s that doja shit that s on hit
That doja shit is on hit
Let it be known (huh)
That doja shit is on hit (yeah)
What s up to the motherfuckers that s down
You know what I m sayin
Antidote, Little Man, Mac Nasty, Mac motherfuckin one, motherfuckin
you know
Um shit, fuck it
Fight it maybe is I fogot your motherfuckin ass
Oh yeah what s up to Wizard motherfuckin One
In the house (biatch)
Bein a g about the game
Suckas playa hate cause Young Ren is catchin fame
Recognize I am the g that s on the rise
Next thing you know is your dead body catchin flies
Hella dead with two big hot ones in the head
No murder weapon cause the killa fled
Murderer I am the killa on the loose
Pencil sag my click is sucker proof (ugh)
Eat a dick if you was jealous of my click
Doja shit got playa hatas on the dick
Sucka free bitches be cool with me (fool)
RIP to the g s that 6 feet deep
2-0-9 is where I m peelin caps
Whoride a motherfucker bro
Doja Clik straight hustlas on the go (ugh)
That doja shit that s on hit
Comin up in this game and gettin much respect
Hatas talk on the jock, now who s the one in check
Dank and drank in my blood and every thangs alright
Makin snaps, doin these raps, and mo sleep when I m high
Think aboiut the days I lived and how she came to be
Old in change from them days cause now it s worse you see
Stay up fool, it s all good, that s what I tell my folks
Tryin to survive, stay alive, hard times it ain t no joke
In the city, ain t no pitty, for a fuck up slip
2-0-7 all the time, on my toes I tip
When I tweek, devil speak in the chime and deep
Fightin black gangsters tryin to take me in my fuckin sleep
Now you might say I m crazy
But in my mind you ll find
The type of life that s given, brought up livin in this 2-0-9
Makin mail on the sale now I gotta ball
Don t believe, ask your bitch, I know that trick ll tell
Too many bustas on the dick now
We used to be T up G
But now you see is doja shit for l-i-f-e
Triple x gangsters is a old thang
We caught fang
But now I m straight up serious about he game
Simple ain t playin , you gotta make a come up quick
Antidote was the joint, light up the splif
Let s go see Marc Chambers
The motherfucking mac one, it s time to get smoke off a motherfucking
fat one
Go to Pat s Liqour and get a 6-4
I wanna get (??) to the curb
Straight up 2 dog
To the fuckin floor
Until I want no more
Hold me to the front door
I want to get drunk till I cant stand no more
And that s the doja shit that s on hit
Everyday, Doja Clik forever takin trips to the bay
To show my tape, I can t come fake like a bitch
Let it be known it s that doja shit that s on hit
That doja shit is on hit
Let it be known (huh)
That doja shit is on hit (yeah)
What s up to the motherfuckers that s down
You know what I m sayin
Antidote, Little Man, Mac Nasty, Mac motherfuckin one, motherfuckin
you know
Um shit, fuck it
Fight it maybe is I fogot your motherfuckin ass
Oh yeah what s up to Wizard motherfuckin One
In the house (biatch)
