"Doo-Doo Crew" lyrics
Doo-Doo, Doo-Doo
It's the Doo-Doo Crew
SBDSM
Long Live the God
You know the script
(Enrgy made this one)
Alright, look, yep
My money so up you think it's off a coffee and some adderall
Only one pair of shoes, but they cost me bout a catalog
Yeah, yeah
It's only one hoe with y'all, what you into sausage parties?
Chrome Heart bifocals, but they really cost some Carti's
RIP Sierra Mist, nowadays I'm off of Starry's (ahh)
Shh
RIP to Charlie Kirk, my opp just caught a neck shot
We hardly burnt the road down, you talkin' bout a rest stop
Alright, yep, alright
Ride around six hundred shots in the V, think I came with S Dot
You know I'm a road dog, told her "suck it" X-Pac
Huh, why he go and sign that 360? They done played him like an Xbox (alright)
Clear lens they on witch hazel (see-through)
I'll pull a trick and disappear like Criss Angel (magic)
Shot up flppp, chick-chick, then he switched angles (gone)
Could've lost it on that road, chillin' at the crib thankful (amen)
Alright, my hacker on the web lookin' for some loopholes (hackin')
Juice checker grabbin' meds from the group home
There's nothing that I hate more than a loose hoe (I swear)
You movin' loose bro (man), where all they troops go? (where they go?)
I thought it's all out war, I got my boots on
I'll play my role with a hoe, Alex Caruso (role player)
Cudi say he love the kitchen but need two stoves
I been game-breaking from the jump, boy the hoop broke (gamebreaker)
I'm finna thump yo' hoe, I'm the junkyard dog
The next crib I drop is comin' with a front yard guard
Floor general, if I make it, it's a one guard call (point)
Dog I think it's time for you to go and junk y'all cars (scrap it)
What's that smell in the trap? Probably carfetty (what?)
You know doc, he for mayor, Tommy Carcetti
Shotta been up in the gym, and shotty armed ready
500 pound dumbells, you know these bars heavy (heavy)
You ain't lit, you only go OT for birthday trips
This hoe finna blow my candles out just like a birthday wish (whew)
Fuck around and drop an EP on the birthday tip (whew)
Happy G-Day to me
I don't need a zip but I'ma grab me three eighths at least
We'll beat the road down until the freeway deceased
Peach Street to Joseph Boone, been in GA for weeks
The streets Dr. Frankenstein, they done created a beast (a monster)
Dodgin' APD
Fuzz famous for those one bowls, .448s though, not no KFC
All they rats be ABCs (ABC)
Get your bitch off my D---F
I'ma always keep this shit a G
SBDSM
It's the Doo-Doo Crew
SBDSM
Long Live the God
You know the script
(Enrgy made this one)
Alright, look, yep
My money so up you think it's off a coffee and some adderall
Only one pair of shoes, but they cost me bout a catalog
Yeah, yeah
It's only one hoe with y'all, what you into sausage parties?
Chrome Heart bifocals, but they really cost some Carti's
RIP Sierra Mist, nowadays I'm off of Starry's (ahh)
Shh
RIP to Charlie Kirk, my opp just caught a neck shot
We hardly burnt the road down, you talkin' bout a rest stop
Alright, yep, alright
Ride around six hundred shots in the V, think I came with S Dot
You know I'm a road dog, told her "suck it" X-Pac
Huh, why he go and sign that 360? They done played him like an Xbox (alright)
Clear lens they on witch hazel (see-through)
I'll pull a trick and disappear like Criss Angel (magic)
Shot up flppp, chick-chick, then he switched angles (gone)
Could've lost it on that road, chillin' at the crib thankful (amen)
Alright, my hacker on the web lookin' for some loopholes (hackin')
Juice checker grabbin' meds from the group home
There's nothing that I hate more than a loose hoe (I swear)
You movin' loose bro (man), where all they troops go? (where they go?)
I thought it's all out war, I got my boots on
I'll play my role with a hoe, Alex Caruso (role player)
Cudi say he love the kitchen but need two stoves
I been game-breaking from the jump, boy the hoop broke (gamebreaker)
I'm finna thump yo' hoe, I'm the junkyard dog
The next crib I drop is comin' with a front yard guard
Floor general, if I make it, it's a one guard call (point)
Dog I think it's time for you to go and junk y'all cars (scrap it)
What's that smell in the trap? Probably carfetty (what?)
You know doc, he for mayor, Tommy Carcetti
Shotta been up in the gym, and shotty armed ready
500 pound dumbells, you know these bars heavy (heavy)
You ain't lit, you only go OT for birthday trips
This hoe finna blow my candles out just like a birthday wish (whew)
Fuck around and drop an EP on the birthday tip (whew)
Happy G-Day to me
I don't need a zip but I'ma grab me three eighths at least
We'll beat the road down until the freeway deceased
Peach Street to Joseph Boone, been in GA for weeks
The streets Dr. Frankenstein, they done created a beast (a monster)
Dodgin' APD
Fuzz famous for those one bowls, .448s though, not no KFC
All they rats be ABCs (ABC)
Get your bitch off my D---F
I'ma always keep this shit a G
SBDSM
