Doc Of Don - Radio Edit
Gift wrapping, wrapping gifts seeing my seeds happy
Makes it better for conversation when I'm at events
I'm so convinced that many men
Wishing I die slowly as long as I'm not showing
That I move coast to coastal I'm not so soft spoken
Given them chances in the dark can't find holes
I'm slipping in smooth slow infectious with cross bows
If they could argue me toe to toe, they're going home
They was not winning with the kid been home alone
They DVDs bootlegged my boy this certified
Lemons with a fizz boy this coke seems purified
Holding up my weight getting questions like who am I
When you know just good and well with your naked eyes
This is the chronic, niggas with attitude, ruff rides
G's who move in unit's, bad boys this us now
When they hear that aw yeah, I bet you they scared now
This wasn't a war annihilation your lucks out
Pictures with the girls you wished you sniffed
In a real motion event
It's chilly around my side with some cold shoulders and switch
Back in 13 we was dirty and catching licks
Moving vatos call it no citizenships
Salsa dipped in the sauce, morta boxing the whip
That fog look is a trip
Ain't I, sounding like him all eyes need to be straightened up
Cause I'm liquor and I'm danked as fuck
The real G's don't make mention of they moves
Unless there's money to it, and me I'm in percentages
Bigger, better ventage points vigoring
Me out of my pocket doing stash
Stashing the token flipping shit
Beaming like the sun human man ray lordy lord
They on and off me complaining complicated off and on
I didn't really know more of off then on and wished me off to hell
At the dock of spawn, doc of don
They really think that all of this TuneCore that I'm on
Giving people memories singing a bunch of songs
My bars wasn't sitcoms, start playing at prom week
Barbershops, nigga there's more to this shit
I don't expect for you to get it all entirely fam
Since I was seventeen, I had more hits than Miley fam
At twenty-one I've seen like way more Kylie's fam
It's like a raining introduction, but you smiling fam
Yeah, south grove street shit seventeen EO
Makes it better for conversation when I'm at events
I'm so convinced that many men
Wishing I die slowly as long as I'm not showing
That I move coast to coastal I'm not so soft spoken
Given them chances in the dark can't find holes
I'm slipping in smooth slow infectious with cross bows
If they could argue me toe to toe, they're going home
They was not winning with the kid been home alone
They DVDs bootlegged my boy this certified
Lemons with a fizz boy this coke seems purified
Holding up my weight getting questions like who am I
When you know just good and well with your naked eyes
This is the chronic, niggas with attitude, ruff rides
G's who move in unit's, bad boys this us now
When they hear that aw yeah, I bet you they scared now
This wasn't a war annihilation your lucks out
Pictures with the girls you wished you sniffed
In a real motion event
It's chilly around my side with some cold shoulders and switch
Back in 13 we was dirty and catching licks
Moving vatos call it no citizenships
Salsa dipped in the sauce, morta boxing the whip
That fog look is a trip
Ain't I, sounding like him all eyes need to be straightened up
Cause I'm liquor and I'm danked as fuck
The real G's don't make mention of they moves
Unless there's money to it, and me I'm in percentages
Bigger, better ventage points vigoring
Me out of my pocket doing stash
Stashing the token flipping shit
Beaming like the sun human man ray lordy lord
They on and off me complaining complicated off and on
I didn't really know more of off then on and wished me off to hell
At the dock of spawn, doc of don
They really think that all of this TuneCore that I'm on
Giving people memories singing a bunch of songs
My bars wasn't sitcoms, start playing at prom week
Barbershops, nigga there's more to this shit
I don't expect for you to get it all entirely fam
Since I was seventeen, I had more hits than Miley fam
At twenty-one I've seen like way more Kylie's fam
It's like a raining introduction, but you smiling fam
Yeah, south grove street shit seventeen EO
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Writer(s): Da-quan Brown
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