Do It Again lyrics

[Intro: YSN Flow & Doe Boy]
Doe Beezy
On granny, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
On granny, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
On granny, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
L462, gang, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, let's go)

[Chorus: YSN Flow & Doe Boy]
I'm tryna run up them bands
Give that to my friends, so I can go do it again
I come from where you don't win
Finally won, but scared I'ma lose it again
f*ck on his b*tch, send her back to her n*gga
She hittin' my phone, tryna do it again
Hand-me-downs was all I rocked
I ain't have no guap, no, I can't go through it again (Doe Beezy)

[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
I'ma f*ck her and her friend
I hit two hoes in the Benz (Skrrt, skrrt)
I got some killers that can't be on camera
Play and they shoot like a lens (Brrt, brrt)
Ice on my body, I'm drippin' water
I wash away all my sins (Woo, woo)
Run up on Doe, that's a no go
You will end up on the flo' like YSN (Oh really?)
He ain't ever caught no body
Why you let him run with ya gang? Why he in? (pus*y)
Oh, you thought it was sweet? n*gga, try again
Slid a hour ago, tell them slide again (Skrrt, boom, boom, boom)
Try the band, god, they drummin'
Yeah, them chopsticks look like violins
Still screamin', "f*ck your dead homie"
We'll dig him up, he could die again, b*tch
Snuck in the club and I came wit a blick
Came in with her man, left on my di*k
Sixty K, I Patek my wrist
Hundreds shots, I protect my sh*t (Ayy, ooh, yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna hit a n*gga, I don't shoot in the wind (Brrt, brrt)
My lil' stepper caught a body and he ready to do it again (Oh really?)
[Chorus: YSN Flow]
I'm tryna run up them bands
Give that to my friends, so I can go do it again
I come from where you don't win
Finally won, but scared I'ma lose it again
f*ck on his b*tch, send her back to her n*gga
She hittin' my phone, tryna do it again
Hand-me-downs was all I rocked
I ain't have no guap, no, I can't go through it again

[Verse 2: YSN Flow]
I got on Gucci, this ain't even drip, my n*gga
Don't you see I'm rich, my n*gga?
You got a Glock but a b*tch, my n*gga
You ain't ever hit no n*gga
He talkin' hot, guess he wanna get lit, my n*gga
Two-eight in my clip, my n*gga
Shout out my jeweler, my neck look like p*ss, my n*gga
That's why b*tches pick a n*gga
I'm tryna hold up my fist with Rollie my wrist
And every diamond on it hit
Look how I'm holdin' my stick
I'm ready to blitz and put a n*gga on his sh*t
Super hot, I know I'm lit
Remember when I wasn't sh*t
Now everybody want a pic and everybody on my di*k
These n*ggas switchin' sides
If he flippin' sides then we flippin' his whip
f*ck it, ballin' hard, I need a bucket, makin' money, b*tch, I love it
These b*tches be f*ckin', that's why I can't do the lovin'
And that's why I can't do the trustin', I f*cked, then I'm dubbin'
Mama, I'm hot as an oven and all these b*tches tryna touch it
Look how I'm comin', walk in the room and I'm bussin'
Ain't even f*ck and she c*mmin' (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: YSN Flow]
I'm tryna run up them bands
Give that to my friends, so I can go do it again
I come from where you don't win
Finally won, but scared I'ma lose it again
f*ck on his b*tch, send her back to her n*gga
She hittin' my phone, tryna do it again
Hand-me-downs was all I rocked
I ain't have no guap, no, I can't go through it again