EOS Pt. 2

[Intro: Dougie B]
I'm high, I'm still drunk from last night face
(Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
(Nobody bigger than me, no-nobody bigger than me)
(Bigger than-)

[Chorus: Dougie B & Yagi B]
Stripes on my back, bitch I feel like a general
Yagi wit' me, tryna see how the 'retta boom
Nigga be talkin that shit that they never do
This shit is nasty, these niggas sound federal
They tryna tell me to switch it up
But I'm still on some murder shit, never gon' give it up
Mention my dead's, it's forever stuck
Bro in the Duu, actin' bad, ain't no lettin' up
And he said "Dougie B an imposter" (Grrah, grrah)
And now look at him off of the roster (Rock-a-bye, baby)
EOS, bitch what's a goon to a goblin?
Me and my niggas, we smokin' the opps good
Like no Grammy, the one with the grabba
Yellow and Beanz, we don't smoke em', we pop em'

[Verse 1: Yagi B]
Postin' up, lurkin', creepin', searchin', but I still can't find ‘em
These nigga's really be hiding, why they keep rapping and dying?
Flocking for Notti, but nobody sliding
Friday night off the yerky in dead mode
He just rappin', he don't really mean it
That's a O in the spot, he not leavin'
Ain't no gun my body, I'll beat ‘em
Ain't see it comin', I'm feeling like Cena
6 Block lit, that's my arena
E Wit' The Dot in the air, I'mma steam 'em
This nigga really a dreamer, and y'all nigga's really believe em'
Like, Yus got hit wit' the heater, bullets kickin' his chest like FIFA

[Chorus: Dougie B & Yagi B]
Stripes on my back, bitch I feel like a general
Yagi wit' me, tryna see how the 'retta boom
Nigga be talkin that shit that they never do
This shit is nasty, these niggas sound federal
They tryna tell me to switch it up
But I'm still on some murder shit, never gon' give it up
Mention my dead's, it's forever stuck
Bro in the Duu, actin' bad, ain't no lettin' up
And he said "Dougie B an imposter" (Grrah, grrah)
And now look at him off of the roster (Rock-a-bye, baby)
EOS, bitch what's a goon to a goblin?
Me and my niggas, we smokin' the opps good
Like no Grammy, the one with the grabba
Yellow and Beanz, we don't smoke em', we pop em'

[Verse 2: Set Da Trend & Dougie B]
Ahh, EOS, Every Opp Shot, that's me
How many opps got put in a splee'?
Setty B, Yagi B, Dougie B, triple the B
Lotti and Notti up there, where they should be
Edot Baby, that nigga a rookie
Don't got the knocks, then I'm givin' out cookies
DD talk tuff, but I know that he pussy
I got the gun on me, not tryna talk it out
I know a opp that got hit, told em' "Walk it out"
I know a opp that talk tuff, he ain't talkin' now
Roll em up, spark ‘em up, shit got me coughin' now
Ballin' so hard, labels givin' me offers now
DOA gang, no we don't wanna talk it out
He tryna ball on me, knock em' out of bounds
Roll up Edotty and Notti by the pound, ahh

[Chorus: Dougie B & Yagi B]
Stripes on my back, bitch I feel like a general
Yagi wit' me, tryna see how the 'retta boom
Nigga be talkin that shit that they never do
This shit is nasty, these niggas sound federal
They tryna tell me to switch it up
But I'm still on some murder shit, never gon' give it up
Mention my dead's, it's forever stuck
Bro in the Duu, actin' bad, ain't no lettin' up