Dougie & Kay

Maajins
Yeah (Blatt) , yeah (Baow, What the fuck going on, Maajins?)

I'm serving that pack 'til I run out
We kicking his trap to the back down
He said he want smoke? Tell him
"Back down"
You told on your bros, you a rat now
That stick on my (Rrah)
That stick on my hip, I'm finna cause a scene
We keep with a mask like it's Halloween
I wasn't a demon 'til I popped a bean
I wasn't a demon 'til I poured a four
I call up my angels and they at your door
Get a blick on my hip
I'm tryna up the score
And I need to calm down
'cause I'm hurting my throat

Ah, my bad, my bad i'ma get back right

That drank in my cup
(Sorry that I cheated) Sike
I don't give a fuck
I'ma call up lil' Luisss
We count up the bucks
He try to test me, so that boy out of luck
Run down on your mans, uh, stick up
Put him in the sand and don't let him get up
And all of these bitches
I'm so fucking sick of
And you better fight back
Or we won't let you get up

Let him get up, let him get
Up, let him get up, Let him get up
Fight back, nigga fight back, nigga
Fight back, fight back

I'm not talking so, the Glock finna blast
The Glock got two kids
I'm not talking 'bout Spaz
Yeah, we put your mixtape all up in the
(Uh, uh) , we put your mixtape in the trash
Me and tana like Dougie B and Kay Flock
Got the Glock in my pocket
So you know it's hot
M-Me and tana, yeah, we letting off shots
I'm doing transitions like it's a TikTok
(Renegade, renegade)
And I be with my hoe like I'm Kato
If I need a hit, yeah, I'm calling him Shaio
We spinning your town like that shit tomato
We flew by my room like potato (Fuck)
Isn't that shit like tornado?
(I don't care) i just know that it's
Somewhere in the sample
Broke ass nigga still asking for samples
Look in the mirror, yeah, that's an example
Gucci on my toe
I'm not talking 'bout camel
Choppa blow him out like he was a candle
His body flip just how
He flipping through channels
He don't know what to say
I think he playing Scramble (On God)
Yeah, she in distress like a damsel
Yeah, in distress
I got a, it's hitting his chest
Smoking on, it's hitting my chest
Yeah, we throw up the A like a test
We finna leave that lil' boy to rest
Whole gang together look like
Birds upon a nest