Dat Doesia Shit Lyrics

I'm just chillin'

Bein' a g about the game

Suckas playa hate cause Young Ren is catchin' fame

Recognize I am the g that's on the rise

Next thing you know is your dead body catchin' flies

Hella dead with two big hot ones in the head

No murder weapon cause the killa fled

Murderer I am the killa on the loose

Pencil sag my click is sucker proof (ugh)

Eat a dick if you was jealous of my click

Doja shit got playa hatas on the dick

Sucka free bitches be cool with me (fool)

RIP to the g's that 6 feet deep

2-0-9 is where I'm peelin' caps

Whoride a motherfucker bro

Doja Clik straight hustlas on the go (ugh)

That doja shit that's on hit

Comin' up in this game and gettin' much respect

Hatas talk on the jock, now who's the one in check

Dank and drank in my blood and every thangs alright

Makin' snaps, doin' these raps, and mo sleep when I'm high

Think aboiut the days I lived and how she came to be

Old in change from them days cause now it's worse you see

Stay up fool, it's all good, that's what I tell my folks

Tryin' to survive, stay alive, hard times it ain't no joke

In the city, ain't no pitty, for a fuck up slip

2-0-7 all the time, on my toes I tip

When I tweek, devil speak in the chime and deep

Fightin' black gangsters tryin' to take me in my fuckin' sleep

Now you might say I'm crazy

But in my mind you'll find

The type of life that's given, brought up livin' in this 2-0-9

Makin' mail on the sale now I gotta ball

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Too many bustas on the dick now

We used to be T up G

But now you see is doja shit for l-i-f-e

Triple x gangsters is a old thang

We caught fang

But now I'm straight up serious about he game

Simple ain't playin', you gotta make a come up quick

Antidote was the joint, light up the splif

Let's go see Marc Chambers

The motherfucking mac one, it's time to get smoke off a motherfucking

fat one

Go to Pat's Liqour and get a 6-4

I wanna get (??) to the curb

Straight up 2 dog

To the fuckin' floor

Until I want no more

Hold me to the front door

I want to get drunk till I cant stand no more

And that's the doja shit that's on hit

Everyday, Doja Clik forever takin' trips to the bay

To show my tape, I can't come fake like a bitch

Let it be known it's that doja shit that's on hit

That doja shit is on hit

Let it be known (huh)

That doja shit is on hit (yeah)

What's up to the motherfuckers that's down

You know what I'm sayin'

Antidote, Little Man, Mac Nasty, Mac motherfuckin' one, motherfuckin'

you know

Um shit, fuck it

Fight it maybe is I fogot your motherfuckin' ass

Oh yeah what's up to Wizard motherfuckin' One

In the house (biatch