Fr Doe

[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Pull up in a shaker
Yeah, pull up in a shaker

[Verse 1: StanWill]
Pull up in a shaker
Them bitches try to pull me over, I'll see you later
You want her, you can have her, if I want her, I'ma take her
I wouldn't buy the bitch a white T, I heard you Baped her
Ate her, all she [?] dick, made her blow me like a paper
Bro got drank, purpin' yellow like a Laker
My belt match my blick with shit like a stapler
[?] make me mad or get on your ass, no faking
Yeah

[Verse 2: TRL]
That's the nigga with the dread
Don't make me mad, money may get on your head
Bring your friend with you, tryna see if she a ten
Cool right now, but I can show you how to get
Your bitch ain't shit, she get dogged like a pit
Caught the nigga out, he started calling it quits
If I ain't got no legs then I'm crawlin' to it
It's the [?] SB, she let all of us in

[Verse 3: StanWill]
Finna crash the Benz, we ain't trippin' on it, 'cause you rich
We'll hop up in the Hellcat and wrap that bitch with tint
You can't even see me 'cause I'm sliding with the stick
[?] on bro, stop the whip, you see he tryna jump the fence

[Verse 4: TRL]
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, another dead nigga
All the hoes love us 'cause they know that we the bread winners
You the type to do a drill, then say that your mans did it
Better stack them bands, but just stick to the plan, nigga

[Verse 5: StanWill]
Yeah
Salad in my Ksubis, I got plushes on my ass cheeks
I be shit talking, you would think a nigga ass speak
He ain't got my love, 'cause my bitch know I'm where a bag be
Bitch, I get pape' from all angles
Pulled a demon out a bitch, I'm rocking Palm Angels
If it's up with one of us, you know we all hate you
Lil' bro Da Vinci with that bitch, I'll have my dawg paint you (Nah, for real, though)

[Verse 6: TRL]
Be for real, though, you ain't never had a turn, nigga
How it feel, ho?
Know my money real long
Do it in my sleep, this shit light like a field goal
Two watches, three chains, got a dollar bill [?]

[Verse 8]
I wanna be a hot boy, so he got fanned
Leave a nigga shitty, boy, like he 'came Stan
If you ain't in no motion, nigga, then you get canceled
And she got her nails done just to get hammered

[Verse 9]
I just got the head from her, I ain't even slam her
Brodie, when you try to slide, don't forget to jam her
Pull up, we'll match to smoke and give you niggas cancer
Unc' stepping on the work, you think the nigga dancing

[Verse 10: StanWill]
Dog in the cat while my paws on her kitty
Feel like Cade Cunningham how I ball in my city
Could be Quagen or the Wock', pour it all in the [?]
Fuck some Rolls, I told Hutch I want all of 'em pissy

[Outro: StanWill]
But I'm a Shitty boy (ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)
(But you know that, though)
(Yeah)