Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Douly G
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Take45
Producer
OsirisMade
Producer
Lyrics
Douly G, Douly G, Douly G
Mask on, I see the danger
In a big body, not a ranger, uh
Pull up on him with the stainless
Giving him 33 like he granger
Gang only, I don't hang with no strangers
Focused on chasing this paper, like
Call up JJ if you need you a taper, big bro a clipper, no laker, uh
True or false, baby what is the answer?
Met a baddie named Miranda, uh
Douly music turn her into a dancer
Bet she gon bust it on camera, like
Singing my verse on repeat
If Mike don't got it, then Josh gon blam ya, uh
Tooly tooly, Douly got the tooly
You know that he making the movies, uh
Douly so groovy, I'm not a regular kid, I'm a nigga like Stewie
Why?
Butterfly doors, I'm with Kenny, got za in the pack and we up in a two seater
I'm fresh off a final, passed all my classes, I'm about to go fly to Geneva, uh
That girl a skeezer, how could you even believe her?
You need to leave her
20 years old, got to keep my composure
Militant like I'm a soldier, uh
Stayed down til I came up
True to my word, so I did what I told ya, like
Zaza pack got me leaning
On defense, we double teaming, uh
Keep a tan like I'm steaming
'Cause I ain't doing this shit for no reason
And a couple girls said they love me
I love you too, sike I lied
I just tell them that they lovely
G stand for ghost, but nah I ain't no duppy
I worked hard nigga I ain't lucky
You wasn't there boy when I was bummy
Gotta keep a vision, call Quani, leave a nigga twitching, uh
Pull up on 'em with the smithin', giving him 33, Scottie Pippen, uh
On the roads lane switching, I got my own shit, no need to fit in
Why? Like
Dre got a target, it's on sight
And if I say the word, he get to clickin'
Yeah I could rap but nah I ain't with the dissing
And if we got beef, you gon' end up missing
Hanging with sharks, but nah I ain't into fishing
But I'm fishing and itching trying to make a classic
I was down bad, all it took was practice
Don't hit my jack if you ain't talking cactus
And these niggas faking, yeah I call them actors
Trap phone jumping, fans never tracked us
We was in the gym, balling like the Raptors
You wasn't there, so you not a factor
Hold on, wait
Can't stop, 'til my name on the rafters
COZY MOB top five biggest trappers
DOULY G top five hardest rappers
Any opportunity, I take it
If I shoot my shot, nigga I'ma make it
She wanna party, so I tell her shake it
456 baby come and quake it
I'm in the mood, so I made her feel good
Came from the bottom, baby I look real hood
I ain't want to hit it, even though I still could
I'ma keep rapping nigga as I still should
Yo BAZ
Y'all want me to get on some drill shit?
Or y'all want me to get on a drill beat, do what I do
And just talk on some real shit?
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Douly G
Writer(s): Douly G
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