8 Ball lyrics

[Intro: Big Flame 8]
Oh, Joe did this one
Okay, okay, okay (Cheers)
I won't change for sh*t
And I tie my shoes up, will not trip 'bout a b*tch
It's enough, he actin', ayy

[Verse 1: Big Flame 8]
Okay, again I say, I will not change for sh*t
And I tie my shoes up, will not trip 'bout a b*tch
Oh, it's enough, he actin' tough, pass shots out like a fifth
I glued my foot to that gas, ain't tryna stop for sh*t
You can't even pay for my b*tch, ain't got enough expenses
Is he a shooter, or a killer? You got to know the difference
Baby, I be tryin' to mind my business, I don't know them n*ggas
All these drugs, if I die, I don't think they want my kidneys
All these n*ggas kitty, b*tches, they just good for b*tchin'
f*ck the 'net, boy, log offline and go hop on your businеss
Milly your block with chops, I'm on feet now, I was out the window
b*tch, don't touch me, most you doin' is givin' my di*k a hickey
Uh, uh, uh
f*ck is that, b*tch? My wholе city wicked
Y'all is not steppers, y'all whole crew full of paralyzed b*tches
b*tch, now, where did I go wrong?
I had NFL dreams, but thirteen, I was runnin' in homes
God can be my witness, your sh*t unlocked and you wasn't at home
Son, how the f*ck you get all them damn shoes, these from my bros, uh
That's what I told her, devil on my shoulder
I ain't livin' right, hug Ray Ray tight when I hold her
Mama baby hold his own, I'm thuggin' how I'm 'posed to
Before you run off, I'm gon' walk up, thought I told you
[Verse 2: Doe Boy]
Bop, bop, uh (Think I'm playin'?)
I thought I told you (Oh, really?)
'Fore you run off, I'm gon' walk up, thought I told you
You better run Forrest, run Forrest, run (Run)
b*tch, I thought I told you, we in them mini vans with drums
If I said it, then I mean it if that sh*t came off my tongue
This sh*t personal, 'fore I kill him, take off my mask and my gloves, n*gga (Think I'm playin')
Seen him on a remembrance page, "Ah," I just shrugged, n*gga (Haha)
Scrolled past, but really wanted to comment, "f*ck that f*ck n*gga" (Oh, really?)
Then I called the n*gga who put him on there, like "What up, n*gga?" (Nah, for real)
Say we rappers, like the opps, don't know n*ggas, we touch n*ggas
Shoot anywhere, I don't care, rapper who? Rapper where?
Stepped in Givenchy, black Air Force activity, don't make grab a pair (Think I'm playin')
Why you say you shot at me? You see me, you clapped the air (Fool)
Know I rep that bird, but sorry, I'm not up there, it's stuck there (Let's go)
Uh, play, I up the K, dump and spray
Now I'm up up the way, making jokes with Ray (Hahaha)
Laughing at that pus*y boy 'bout how he tried to run away (Fool)
He tried to run away, but he couldn't get away (With his dumb ass)
b*tch

[Outro: Doe Boy]
Big Doe Beezy
Oh, really?