DOOFENPERCS 2 (feat. Your Stepdad) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ace_Santana02]
Damn
(Whistle)
This sh*t crazy as the f*ck
Tell me this, if that's your lady why she tryna f*ck?
Hit or miss
I don't hit or miss
All I make is hits
Shorty sucking di*k too long
I'm tryna take a p*ss (Damn)
Shorty said she like my songs
Baby sang the lyrics
He said he hated all along
I guess he wasn't serious
Did my sh*t, I waited long
Getting fierce with it

But I ain't even mad
And I ain't even--
Damn
I just broke up with my b*tch, and I ain't even sad
I just, Damn
I woke up with no b*tch, and now I'm feeling mad
Damn, Aye
I need to get a bag
I got her--
I already got a bag
n*ggas always talking down
b*tch, close your lips they sad
That n*gga steady posting rounds, but he ain't got no mags
That n*gga steady posting pounds, but he don't sell no bags
That shorty said she in my town, she tryna throw some ass
[Verse 2: Your Stepdad]
Pay $1.50, aye
No, I can't hang out I'm busy
Smoke the whole pack--
Smoke the whole pack in a jiffy
What in the f*ck is a spliffy?
n*ggas be cold, do you catch my drift?
No calling my show, couldn't catch my shift
Spending my money on African b*tches
Been a long time since I had me a b*tch
Don't ask for sh*t, can't have my digits
{???} for a half-ass b*tch
Can't have that b*tch cause she add n*ggas (Damn)

[Outro: Ace_Santana02]
Yeah
I can't ask that b*tch for sh*t
And I don't even want to
I'm on this rapping sh*t
Imma get rich
I don't even want you
I'm on some other sh*t
We counting dog food
(We counting dog food b*tch)
(b*tch)
Dog sh*t, literally (Damn)
On the floor n*gga, f*ck you talking bout?