Yu Hear Me Doe Lyrics

Oh my god, T.A.G

Boy heads in the clip, man they trained for the attack

They start smokin' on them mids, make them get some fire threat

Hit the road with your bust, I'ma stuff it in her cat

Heal her stuff on one time, damn this nigga punchin' back

Gang lust, how the room gon' get away

You hear me scream, boy come here, best solution, duck your face

Red niggas in the wood, boy I'll take em to the face

You tryna die about that bitch, they need to snatch that nigga cake

I ain't talk about no wedding, but I walk around with cake

All the brothers struck her down, I done done and spilled the ace

You ain't tryna do no dick, tell a bitch get out my face

Shit fucked, I see her, I be gettin' sent up

One large ass mom, man that gotta click up

Just fuck the bad lil' bitch, cause I got big thugs

I put a 3-5 in his wood, but my blitz up

I got the lowest time to spend, if we miss he spend again

Mountin' out with that FN, trick I'm blowin' through your rim

How ironic, he was lit, then we talked him to a trim

Tryna tap a odd bitch, I think that bitch name is Rim

Keep your weak ass in the house, cause nigga I don't play with kids

I'm tryna clap out my cousin, I bet not catch me no D-Rick

Just call him then I'm on the rack

30 stick, this is not no dick, but I bust like clutch

All that show off, she gon' do what I fuckin' say

Dior sneaks on my feet, but I can't bathe in they

Bitch I keep blowin' on my phone, I think these niggas gay

It ain't no question I got pogs, if I'm gon' spray

Don't surround myself around the mob, cause they don't play

Since I ain't bounce, I wear my Glock, I'm a dunk kid

I'm skimmin' FTO, it's fucked up, I don't play

Hey what you starin' at, you in the function, me ain't muggin

I'm off the shrooms, bustin' hard, just thought I seen somethin

He think he throwin' hands, watch this how this bean bumpin

Toe chip, grab the striker, time to leave somethin

Bitch stop trippin' on my phone, I always believe in somethin

When we spend, we get em all, cause we ain't leavin' nothin

Girl you know you don't got pogs, you can stop clutchin

Man why you fakin' on the ground, know you ain't got nothin

Man why you lyin' to them hoes, knowin' you ain't shot nothin

Oh my bitch ain't tryna come, just watch this thot run

And then I kicked her out, crackin' hard through the south

Baby I ain't come to chill, please pull them doonies out

This fuck a lil' opp bitch on the doonie couch

All these tuned up, please knock these loonies out

Freak bitch, crackin' to my song with her booty out

You smokin' mebs in real life, boy that's the booty pouch

I fuckin' left that bitch alone, you ain't her booty up

Boy you trifle still, pass me that digi skill

Boy I'ma punch the damn trap till they ring the bell

I just sold a boat back, to my favorite head he did

Yeah some fire in my pocket baby can't you tell

And I'll snatch it off the glass like I'm clink a pill

Boy I'ma make you drift off if you try to trip

Just want some top from your bitch, I ain't can't trip

How you gon' use cash app, gang got zip

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