8 Ball ft. Doe Boy Lyrics

Okay okay okay

I won't change for shit

And I tie my shoes up will not trip bout a bitch

It's enough he acting

Okay again I say, I will not change for shit

And I tie my shoes up, will not trip 'bout a bitch

Oh, it's enough, he acting tough, pass shots out like a fifth

I glued my foot to that gas ain't trying to stop for shit

You can't even pay for my bitch, ain't got enough expenses

Is he a shooter, or a killer, you got to know the difference

Baby I be trying to mind my business, I don't know them n***as

All these drugs if I die, I don't think They want my kidneys

All these n***as kitty, bitches they just good for bitchin

Fuck the net, boy, log offline and go hop on your business

Milly your block with chops, I'm on feet now, I was out the window

Bitch don't touch me, most you doing is giving my dick a hickey

Uh Uh Uh

Fuck is that bitch is that my whole city wicked

Y'all is not steppers, y'all whole crew full of paralyzed bitches

Bitch, now, where did I go wrong

I had NFL dreams, but thirteen I was running in homes

God can be my witness, your shit unlocked and you wasn't at home

Son, how the fuck u get all them damn shoes, these from my Bros

That's what I told her, devil on my shoulder

I ain't living right, hug Ray Ray tight when I hold her

Mama baby hold his own, I'm thugging how I'm post to

Before you run off I'm gone walk up, thought I told you

I Thought I told you

Before you run off I'm gone walk up I thought I told you

You better run Forrest, run Forrest, run

Bitch I thought I told you, we in them mini vans wit drums

If I said then I mean it, if that shit came off my tongue

This shit personal before I kill him take off my mask and my gloves n***as

Seen him on the remembrance page "aha" I just struggled n***as

Scrolled past but really wanted to comment fuck that, fuck n***as

Then I called n***as that put him on there like "what up" n***as

Say we rappers, like the Opps, don't know n***as we touched n***as

Shoot any where, I don't care, rapper who, rapper where

Stepped in Givenchy, black Air Force activity don't make grab a pair

Why you say you shot at me, you see me you clapped the air

Know I rep that bird, but sorry I'm not up there, it's stuck there

Play I up the Kay, dump and spray, now I'm up Up The Way, making jokes with Ray

Laughing at that pussy boy bout how he tried to run away

He tried to run away but he couldn't get away

Bitch