Dobudobu

Hands up
This is a stick up
We gon' knock his teeth out
Like a hiccup
Keep that shit on yo timeline
Very serious
Shooting at the alt-right
Don't like them niggas
Bitch, I'm at your door with the sticks like a witch hunt
Two twins on me like Kappa
Let em stroll and you could get some
Hit that nigga like daddy came on home and he got piss drunk
Someone tell these niggas I'm at they neck,
Homer Simpson, yuh

Pull up on his buddy
Pop out with the shit, no Huggies
This a 30 clip
Empty out bananas fill your tummy
On the gang and on the guys
Swear to God you ain't a liar liar pants on fire
We brought cannons in this bitch
It's open carry no Mariah, on a high note
Chopper singing like the Baptist choir
What's the time tho? 7:47
Angel numbers, we gon' find bro
We in his fucking house and in his wallet like the IRS
YCG gone back to back on wax
And he don't miss, just check the stats
Niggas hating, it's a fact
I'm kind of tired, yes
Crew pulled up with fire
Like that one Ohkubo manga
And my girl evil like Makima, I promise
I don't ride without my partners

Do or die, and that's on mamas
We just rapped to stack up commas
He a rat, his ship gon' sink
And since he cap, he going down with it
Hit it till the sheets look like a motherfucking pool in it
Niggas talking goofy
So I brought that mouse-ketol with me
Tell em fuck the PD and they fam
I kept the piece on me
Fifty on the table for the features
That's the least, homie
I ain't rapping with no niggas on they shit
Thousand birds up in my fist, got tunnel vision in this bitch
This a masterpiece, you trick
I'm Donatello with the stick
806 the clique
Anti-Establishment the fit, bitch



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Writer(s): Abiola Abiola-oloke
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