Smoking On Whoever

[Intro: Dougie B, Lil Uzi Vert]
(Is that, Chris?)
Grrah, grrah (Ayo Eli, What The Fuck?)
Grrah, grrah (Ayo Eli, What The Fuck?)
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah (DOA)
Grrah

[Chorus: Dougie B]
Spinnin', we cruising, flockin' from behind
Double back, nobody hit the rewind
Like I got a TP, too many eyes and ears, and niggas ain't really gon' ride
We stood outside, and we smoking ***
Like GBG babies, everything for Naz
Like I feel like Bobby, now I'm talking hot
He dropped the dice, now he in a box

[Verse 1: Dougie B]
Headtap, now the nigga in the sky
I know a Dummy who thought he was Flash, and tripped, and now that nigga got me high
Like I know some niggas who smoking my deads, tried calling they phone, forgot them niggas died
DOA, EBK, flocking for mine
Grrah, see thе demon in my eyes
Backdoor coming, nigga, no surprisе

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
Grrah
Boom!
Yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
You can see the demon all in my eyes
Backdoor, nigga, that's a surprise
Turnt bitch, no, the hoe she ain't shy
Got your bitch sucking dick in the ride
Dougie buzzin', give my bro a high-five
I'm from Philly, so I'm smoking on mine (Yeah)
Shooting out the window, mine, it got blinds
.40 wit' the switch, it make you blind
Tote up on your whole block with a TEC .9
Get around gang, ride with the coolie
All my killers be on hustle like, "Shh"–, take off S, H, I'm with my 'ooters
Got a rip, I'on make a foot [?]
Birkin bag, yeah she holding my boot up
I'm just calling plays right out of the Uber
Broke, did a hit right off a scooter

[Verse 3: Dougie B & Lil Uzi Vert]
I get the drip from my walk like
Dougie and Uzi, just watch how we maneuver
I get the drip for my walk, like I almost sat for a blick, and that's all
Kay-Kay taking the risk, it don't matter the cost, get to any location, nigga I'ma toss
I almost [?] boom in the car, pockets fat, Adin Ross, you can shake off her raw
If I like what you dine, I'm taking, taking off
And I'm givin' my niggas so they all could floss (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert, Dougie B]
Shake
Brrrt, ha!
Grraah, bop, yeah
Grraah, grraah
DOA, yeah, yeah
1600 OA, nigga (Grrah)

[Chorus: Dougie B]
Spinnin' and cruising, flockin' from behind
Double back, nobody hit the rewind
Like I got a TP, too many eyes and ears, and niggas ain't really gon' ride
We stood outside, and we smoking–
Like GBG babies, everything for Naz
Like I feel like Bobby, now I'm talking hot
He dropped the dice, now he in a box