DoorDash (OMG)

Raq Baby

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    (Here you go fuckin' ignorin' me and shit, lookin' through my story)
    ([?] you got stop doing that)
    (You want to fucking fight like, I'm not even motherfuckin' playin' with you, Benzo)

    Hm, I been on percs' and dranks, sometimes I feel like I'm trippin'
    If opp try and take me to the paint, but you'll never catch me slippin'
    Ain't tweakin' these personal pranks, I'm quick to give opp a whippin'
    Do you feel me? Not for money, these personal killings
    Big bad wolf, I'll blow down the kitchen, please just stay out my business (huh)
    Opp think he safe? Baby on the way, he ain't raising them children
    Sling the belt, I bet we get 'em gone
    Watch what you say up in them songs
    Crying over that dick, it ain't that serious, baby just leave me alone
    I'm in the back feeling good, smokin' a Backwood, in the bang of the back of the woods
    Now you missin' your bro on somebody door, you'll get some get-back if you could
    Yeah, if opp get to close on me, he wouldn't get back if he could
    Crying on my phone 'bout a bitch on me, you want a bitch back is you good?

    Sometimes I really be asking myself, do they really love me?
    Ten times I thought about blasting myself, man this shit get ugly
    Nowadays they wanna fuck me, back then they wouldn't hug me
    How many K's? I need forty
    When we spin, we won't need more (for that more piece)
    More past nigga, better get on P, they gotta know we score fast
    Bitches sent your lo', it's time to eat, drop shot, and DoorDash
    Can't make diss songs, ain't got a pot to pee, these niggas poor sent
    It's been ten times, fuck your spot on P, my niggas torn it
    Fuck the airport, I'll go on the jet
    Know I'll be rich, I was born to flex
    You wanna fuck? I was born to have sex
    Just met the bitch, I don't even know her like that
    You don't know me, I'ma fold that Tec
    Feel like I can kill all the force with this (huh)
    I ain't even rapping, just pourin' on this
    It really be just on some porch shit

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    Yeah, ain't good at embracing how I feel
    But go crazy 'bout my pill
    Skipped multiple ways, to sign my deal
    Can't hang with that nigga, he fake
    Up Gen, if he raise my chills
    You can hang, but not my crib
    You can stay, but not right here
    You can stay, but not right here
    Go crazy 'bout my pill (hm, hm)
    You could babe, but not my chest
    You can stay, but not my crib

    I can't lie, I been goin' crazy
    We can do business, but you gon' pay me
    After this, I'm leavin' with your lady
    Wan' introduce your son, be dissing, better tell them chill
    After this, it's no baby
    Blowing up blick in a situation, I don't be full baby
    (Huh, hm)
    I'm gonna fold baby, get pussy and go crazy
    (Hm, huh)
    Get in that pussy, and go crazy (huh)
    Ain't no more past nigga, better get on P, cause they don't know we score fast
    But we got another lo' on them, drop shot, and DoorDash
    He standing with that glizzy, you tote
    Like dissin' and you never spinned before
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Bro said that he see my opp, squeeze and let the bit' go
    Hold on, she want more (huh)
    Oh, I ain't know it was another one (huh)
    She want more (huh)
    Went on a drill, there was four of 'em
    Bro squeeze two more (huh)
    Damn, I ran out of shots (huh)
    They gon' go back to the block (huh)
    They ain't caught onto the plot (huh)
    We finna bone on they spot
    Got a bad bitch at home
    Fan bitch, I dodged they twat'
    Bad bitch, wan' hop on the bone
    She got to sit down and squat

    (Every day feels the same)
    (And when I die, what will they say?)
    (Will they remember my name?)
    (Here you go fuckin' ignorin' me and shit, lookin' through my story)
    ([?] you got to stop doing that)

    I been on percs' and dranks, sometimes I feel like I'm trippin'
    If opp try and take me to the paint, but you'll never catch me slippin'
    Ain't tweakin' these personal pranks, I'm quick to give opp a whippin'
    Do you feel me? Not for money, these personal killings
    Big bad wolf, I'll blow down the kitchen, please just stay out my business (huh)
    Opp think he safe? Baby on the way, he ain't raising them children
    Sling the belt, I bet we get 'em gone
    Watch what you say up in them songs
    Crying over that dick, it ain't that serious, baby just leave me alone

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