Dobudobu Lyrics

Hands up

This is a stick up

We gon' knock his teeth out

Like a hiccup

Keep that shit on yo timeline

Very serious

Shooting at the alt-right

Don't like them niggas

Bitch, I'm at your door with the sticks like a witch hunt

Two twins on me like Kappa

Let em stroll and you could get some

Hit that nigga like daddy came on home and he got piss drunk

Someone tell these niggas I'm at they neck,

Homer Simpson, yuh

Pull up on his buddy

Pop out with the shit, no Huggies

This a 30 clip

Empty out bananas fill your tummy

On the gang and on the guys

Swear to God you ain't a liar liar pants on fire

We brought cannons in this bitch

It's open carry no Mariah, on a high note

Chopper singing like the Baptist choir

What's the time tho? 7:47

Angel numbers, we gon' find bro

We in his fucking house and in his wallet like the IRS

YCG gone back to back on wax

And he don't miss, just check the stats

Niggas hating, it's a fact

I'm kind of tired, yes

Crew pulled up with fire

Like that one Ohkubo manga

And my girl evil like Makima, I promise

I don't ride without my partners

Do or die, and that's on mamas

We just rapped to stack up commas

He a rat, his ship gon' sink

And since he cap, he going down with it

Hit it till the sheets look like a motherfucking pool in it

Niggas talking goofy

So I brought that mouse-ketol with me

Tell em fuck the PD and they fam

I kept the piece on me

Fifty on the table for the features

That's the least, homie

I ain't rapping with no niggas on they shit

Thousand birds up in my fist, got tunnel vision in this bitch

This a masterpiece, you trick

I'm Donatello with the stick

806 the clique

Anti-Establishment the fit, bitch