Fr Doe lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
Pull up in a shaker
Yeah, pull up in a shaker

[Verse 1: StanWill]
Pull up in a shaker
Them b*tches try to pull me over, I'll see you later
You want her, you can have her, if I want her, I'ma take her
I wouldn't buy the b*tch a white T, I heard you Baped her
Ate her, all she [?] di*k, made her blow me like a paper
Bro got drank, purpin' yellow like a Laker
My belt match my blick with sh*t like a stapler
[?] make me mad or get on your ass, no faking
Yeah

[Verse 2: TRL]
That's the n*gga with the dread
Don't make me mad, money may get on your head
Bring your friend with you, tryna see if she a ten
Cool right now, but I can show you how to get
Your b*tch ain't sh*t, she get dogged like a pit
Caught the n*gga out, he started calling it quits
If I ain't got no legs then I'm crawlin' to it
It's the [?] SB, she let all of us in
[Verse 3: StanWill]
Finna crash the Benz, we ain't trippin' on it, 'cause you rich
We'll hop up in the Hellcat and wrap that b*tch with tint
You can't even see me 'cause I'm sliding with the stick
[?] on bro, stop the whip, you see he tryna jump the fence

[Verse 4: TRL]
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, another dead n*gga
All the hoes love us 'cause they know that we the bread winners
You the type to do a drill, then say that your mans did it
Better stack them bands, but just stick to the plan, n*gga

[Verse 5: StanWill]
Yeah
Salad in my Ksubis, I got plushes on my ass cheeks
I be sh*t talking, you would think a n*gga ass speak
He ain't got my love, 'cause my b*tch know I'm where a bag be
b*tch, I get pape' from all angles
Pulled a demon out a b*tch, I'm rocking Palm Angels
If it's up with one of us, you know we all hate you
Lil' bro Da Vinci with that b*tch, I'll have my dawg paint you (Nah, for real, though)

[Verse 6: TRL]
Be for real, though, you ain't never had a turn, n*gga
How it feel, ho?
Know my money real long
Do it in my sleep, this sh*t light like a field goal
Two watches, three chains, got a dollar bill [?]
[Verse 8]
I wanna be a hot boy, so he got fanned
Leave a n*gga sh*tty, boy, like he 'came Stan
If you ain't in no motion, n*gga, then you get canceled
And she got her nails done just to get hammered

[Verse 9]
I just got the head from her, I ain't even slam her
Brodie, when you try to slide, don't forget to jam her
Pull up, we'll match to smoke and give you n*ggas cancer
Unc' stepping on the work, you think the n*gga dancing

[Verse 10: StanWill]
Dog in the cat while my paws on her kitty
Feel like Cade Cunningham how I ball in my city
Could be Quagen or the Wock', pour it all in the [?]
f*ck some Rolls, I told Hutch I want all of 'em p*ssy

[Outro: StanWill]
But I'm a sh*tty boy (sh*ttyBoyz, Dog sh*t Militia, that's on every song, f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?)
(But you know that, though)
(Yeah)