doubt it ft. K5Havinn! Lyrics

K5 nigga

I can't snake my dawg I don't care how much money they owe

All that dissing we gon' make em fall

We don't need the dracs twin hop out smack em with revolvers

Get that boy clapped I ain't doin' no talkin

I was getting geeked shit I'm never walkin

I'm lit as a fuck so they gon' hit regardless

Twin paranoid with gen clutching at the target

I wanna get up and go slide but I'ma just chill I'm an artist

Where niggas was when I was down Can't lie these fuck niggas tardy

Get in that, get in that pussy go crazy

Real self made no young nigga made me

I grab my mask and feel like Jason I ain't talkin' babies son

If you got opps and you stand on business Why the hell would you leave your gun

Big ARP sitting on the bed lil' bro you ain't takin' none

Niggas say that he litter than us boy I doubt it Push up in a hotbox know that be cloudy

Before I hold my hand

I'll go without it

Bad bitches getting turnt out

Hop in the whip and I burn out

I'm up in the speed nigga

We got QPs,exotic

And cups full of lean, we got what you need nigga That bitch that you cuffing disgustin

You know the gang bust it she all on her knees nigga

All these niggas some dog that's up in my kennel

We step on these fleas nigga

I done got rich as fuck makin' this pape off the scale

I'm gettin' these loads off

Young niggas slimy as hell might wipe your lil' nose off

Bitch know why she here, just gon' take them clothes off

I can't snake my dawg I don't care how much money they owe

All that dissing we gon' make em fall

We don't need the dracs twin hop out smack em with revolvers

Get that boy clapped I ain't doin' no talkin

I was getting geeked shit I'm never walkin

I'm lit as a fuck so they gon' hit regardless

Twin paranoid with gen clutching at the target

I wanna get up and go slide but I'ma just chill I'm an artist

Where niggas was when I was down Can't lie these fuck niggas tardy

Get in that, get in that pussy go crazy

Real self made no young nigga made me

I grab my mask and feel like Jason I ain't talkin' babies son

If you got opps and you stand on business Why the hell would you leave your gun

Big ARP sitting on the bed lil' bro you ain't takin' none

Niggas say that he litter than us boy I doubt it Push up in a hotbox know that be cloudy

Before I hold my hand

I'll go without it