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DoorDash Lyrics - Artist : BabyTron
[KrispyLife Kidd:]
(Jose the Plug) KrispyLife [Almighty Suspect:] Twenty-seven in the .30, that bitch won't jam Dawg blew his whole EDD, nigga, get yo mans You got them petty-ass chains, should've spent more bands I'ma diss that lil' bitch, she ain't fit my plan Moncler coat, give a fuck if it's sunny out Ho said I'm broke, bitch, where? Pull the money out Bought four pints, put 'em up, nigga, fuck a drought Do this shit for the bands, nigga, fuck some clout [KrispyLife Kidd:] Keep the car running, I'm going in and coming out She about to hit this button then I'm up another thousand You better off fighting, don't nobody shoot up houses Strong niggas get left red, Larry the Lobster That bitch shoot nine bullets, that ain't no chopper In a nigga bushes, he thought he seen a Chupacabra On a loose-ass day I got on Prada On another loose-ass day I count up twenty thousand [BabyTron:] Woke up high as hell, Eggos with the Wockhardt Like, shit, it might've been the Runtz and the Pop-Tarts Dunking with the Glock like Drexler, you cannot guard I'm a rock star, fucking hoes like a pop star Man, why this bitch just call me "Thrustin Bieber"? Best dressed back in high school, I could've fucked the teacher Dawg was talking crazy, now it's fucking maggots underneath him Running scams up fast as hell like a fucking cheetah [StanWill:] Thousand dollar shoes so I step like a Jabbawockee Broke a shin running to the bag, boy, yo ass be walking Scammed Jenny out her unemployment, know her ass was salty Dropped in and out on my tech, had to cash a joggy I think Tron finna cash a Audi Spice Man, call me "Captain Crunch", my ass be talking Think I'm stuck to it, boy, you can't the bag from off me I could never work a nine-to-five, boy, my ass be frauding [Almighty Suspect:] Drop pins, sliding up like Instagram Every time I drop a song, it's insta bands Opps slide on my block, we flip them vans I turned ten to a twenty, I flip my bands Whole gang up thirty, pandemic where? Talking way too crazy, man, this shit ain't fair If my shoes get a crease, get another pair One nigga touch me [?] nigga there [BabyTron:] My ex bitch fucking on an opp, with her poor-ass Unky bring that food to your porch like it's DoorDash You cannot be the plug if the court asks Hellcat widebody, bitch, watch me floor dash Ice boogers on my nose, unky cooking on a stove We done shook the fucking floor, we'll whoop him, on the folks I'll put it on my bros, I'll put it on my soul Back shots have her tapping like she looking for the ropes [StanWill:] Huh, brodie got the za bagging up like he too close Nah, we don't tweet about the opps, bitch, we shoot those Damn, I was sprinting to the bag and broke two toes 201s, fire card slam like Manut Bol How the fuck you ain't sucking dick? Bitch, you too grown Last bitch sick, how the hell? Bitch, move on I could flex like I'm Terry Crews but I ain't too strong Punches got me banned from every app, I need a new phone [KrispyLife Kidd:] Definitely not about to kiss yo ass, baby, move on Ayy, put a hole in that nigga if he move wrong I'm just tryna eat until the food gone I just spelled something out, I did it in a few songs I'm a motherfucking [?] I was shooting guns before I ever developed the jumper Bad-ass kit, walk around with a thumper Can tell that shit you rap cap, I don't know who thought it wasn't Rapper really living? This a dime a dozen I rap about my real life, I don't find it funny Bitch, find something to do or find some money Went to school with niggas like you, you are not on nothing KrispyLife Almighty, bitch ShittyBoyz Yeah, okay |
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