Doolittle Baby Lyrics

I could jump off the stratosphere and land on my feet

Dodging police, chinos on crease

Chevys I creep, courting a freak, balling elite

Stood on the work, 3 in the key

Boxing out the opps, just another Doolittle baby, gon brazy

Market block to block, oh yeah that new smoke hazy, it's not Fugazzi

And Sun get hard to watch, hotter than Phoenix lately, d book fading

Jumpin out the drop

Slapping 2 twelves gon mainey

Pedestrians hate me

Every verse I spit they tell I'm back

Had to go get it I couldn't relax

LA to NY the norf on my back

Rain sleet snow I triple my racks

I was in the hut with my back on the wall

By the slot machines, talking hella smack to my dawg

Waiting for my four piece with the sauce on it all

Like I'm the coldest nigga with the raps you can call

The Chevy next door, the parking was packed

Slamming the door, I turn up a slap

Shorties bent over I'm counting the snap

I'm in the norf, no need for a map

He switching sides, I'm skipping the dap

Maneuver and dodge the snakes and the rats

I'm hearing you tied to opps don't lack

Why would you lie when I know for a fact

Like I'm not the number one headband

If steel sharpens steel, I shouldn't rap with you niggas then

You should play the losers cause you know we gon win again

If we ever go bar for bar bet you won't get a sentence in

The flow got so deadly could make shark never swim again

These artists just targets, I slaughtered

Smiled at the sentencing

They stealing a style that I fathered

Call it kidnapping then. If they feds get to closing in

I could jump off the stratosphere and land on my feet

Dodging police, chinos on crease

Chevys I creep, courting a freak, balling elite

Stood on the work, 3 in the key

Boxing out the opps, just another Doolittle baby, gon brazy

Market block to block, oh yeah that new smoke hazy, it's not Fugazzi

And Sun get hard to watch, hotter than Phoenix lately, d book fading

Jumpin out the drop

Slapping 2 twelves gon mainey

Pedestrians hate me