Ha, Yap, yeah
Doozy in this motherf*cker
RNS
RNS shit
Ayy, chop one, chop two, cause this how I hold it
I pop two, I cop one, cause this how I'm rollin
We smokin' on the f*ckin' gas
We hotboxed and we rollin
Bitch, we goin' up and they ain't knowin
How the f*ck do you not know that we goin' up
I drop a whole damn album, then I reload it up
Bitches say they talkin', but they ain't knowin' enough
Roll around hatin', bitch, she ain't showin' it up
Big B's, RNS, bitch, we throwin' it up
Your homie dead, lil' nigga, yeah, we rollin' him up
Twenty bands in my pants, yeah, we goin' to Hutch
She said she like the diamonds, damn, yeah, I'm swayin' the touch
Lil' nigga was tryin' to be me
RNS DeeTae, come outside, all VVs
Hoppin' out the strike, connect the aux, no CD
These hollows in your face, on my mom it's like 3D
Chess Ain't knowin' enough, ain't knowin' enough
F*cked bitches in a thang, ain't knowin' enough
F*cked bitches in a thang, ain't knowin enough
She said she really like my swag, I done trollin' em up
I know you see the way I swag, I got Patron in the cup
These bitches really hatin' bad, but they ain't ownin' it up
F*cked bitch, you really ain't nothin', I got my
Tucked bitch, yeah, I really be clutchin
Got my
Stunt bitch, but she really be stuntin
On my
Ex bitch, man, she really ain't nothin
F*ck
Shit
Now where the f*ck you at
I got ten blue strips on me
Why you ask
Man, f*ck early stack chips
Got a stack
I got the Pringles on my lap, bitch
While I rap
Now, why you cappin'
You be actin' like a sad song, you just a catfish
She askin' who you hatin' on, you can't rap, bitch
I think I'm finna let D.T. on the track, bitch
Hold up, bitch, can you rap this
I f*cked her on the ground, cause lil' bitch, it's my mattress
Spent 20k, lil' nigga, you can't match this
Okay, I got drugs, but it's cool, cause I'm rappin
Hold up, lil' buddy, he couldn't sell a dime
I hit you in your head, you slow as hell, you can tell it's time
Pint offs Red mixin' in my cup with that lemon lime
It's crazy how I'm still comin' up, and I'm still not signed
RNS Doozy - Night Walk Lyrics
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English
Ha, Yap, yeah
Doozy in this motherf*cker
RNS
RNS shit
Ayy, chop one, chop two, cause this how I hold it
I pop two, I cop one, cause this how I'm rollin
We smokin' on the f*ckin' gas
We hotboxed and we rollin
Bitch, we goin' up and they ain't knowin
How the f*ck do you not know that we goin' up
I drop a whole damn album, then I reload it up
Bitches say they talkin', but they ain't knowin' enough
Roll around hatin', bitch, she ain't showin' it up
Big B's, RNS, bitch, we throwin' it up
Your homie dead, lil' nigga, yeah, we rollin' him up
Twenty bands in my pants, yeah, we goin' to Hutch
She said she like the diamonds, damn, yeah, I'm swayin' the touch
Lil' nigga was tryin' to be me
RNS DeeTae, come outside, all VVs
Hoppin' out the strike, connect the aux, no CD
These hollows in your face, on my mom it's like 3D
Chess Ain't knowin' enough, ain't knowin' enough
F*cked bitches in a thang, ain't knowin' enough
F*cked bitches in a thang, ain't knowin enough
She said she really like my swag, I done trollin' em up
I know you see the way I swag, I got Patron in the cup
These bitches really hatin' bad, but they ain't ownin' it up
F*cked bitch, you really ain't nothin', I got my
Tucked bitch, yeah, I really be clutchin
Got my
Stunt bitch, but she really be stuntin
On my
Ex bitch, man, she really ain't nothin
F*ck
Shit
Now where the f*ck you at
I got ten blue strips on me
Why you ask
Man, f*ck early stack chips
Got a stack
I got the Pringles on my lap, bitch
While I rap
Now, why you cappin'
You be actin' like a sad song, you just a catfish
She askin' who you hatin' on, you can't rap, bitch
I think I'm finna let D.T. on the track, bitch
Hold up, bitch, can you rap this
I f*cked her on the ground, cause lil' bitch, it's my mattress
Spent 20k, lil' nigga, you can't match this
Okay, I got drugs, but it's cool, cause I'm rappin
Hold up, lil' buddy, he couldn't sell a dime
I hit you in your head, you slow as hell, you can tell it's time
Pint offs Red mixin' in my cup with that lemon lime
It's crazy how I'm still comin' up, and I'm still not signed
Doozy in this motherf*cker
RNS
RNS shit
Ayy, chop one, chop two, cause this how I hold it
I pop two, I cop one, cause this how I'm rollin
We smokin' on the f*ckin' gas
We hotboxed and we rollin
Bitch, we goin' up and they ain't knowin
How the f*ck do you not know that we goin' up
I drop a whole damn album, then I reload it up
Bitches say they talkin', but they ain't knowin' enough
Roll around hatin', bitch, she ain't showin' it up
Big B's, RNS, bitch, we throwin' it up
Your homie dead, lil' nigga, yeah, we rollin' him up
Twenty bands in my pants, yeah, we goin' to Hutch
She said she like the diamonds, damn, yeah, I'm swayin' the touch
Lil' nigga was tryin' to be me
RNS DeeTae, come outside, all VVs
Hoppin' out the strike, connect the aux, no CD
These hollows in your face, on my mom it's like 3D
Chess Ain't knowin' enough, ain't knowin' enough
F*cked bitches in a thang, ain't knowin' enough
F*cked bitches in a thang, ain't knowin enough
She said she really like my swag, I done trollin' em up
I know you see the way I swag, I got Patron in the cup
These bitches really hatin' bad, but they ain't ownin' it up
F*cked bitch, you really ain't nothin', I got my
Tucked bitch, yeah, I really be clutchin
Got my
Stunt bitch, but she really be stuntin
On my
Ex bitch, man, she really ain't nothin
F*ck
Shit
Now where the f*ck you at
I got ten blue strips on me
Why you ask
Man, f*ck early stack chips
Got a stack
I got the Pringles on my lap, bitch
While I rap
Now, why you cappin'
You be actin' like a sad song, you just a catfish
She askin' who you hatin' on, you can't rap, bitch
I think I'm finna let D.T. on the track, bitch
Hold up, bitch, can you rap this
I f*cked her on the ground, cause lil' bitch, it's my mattress
Spent 20k, lil' nigga, you can't match this
Okay, I got drugs, but it's cool, cause I'm rappin
Hold up, lil' buddy, he couldn't sell a dime
I hit you in your head, you slow as hell, you can tell it's time
Pint offs Red mixin' in my cup with that lemon lime
It's crazy how I'm still comin' up, and I'm still not signed
Writer: Deetae R, Doozy H
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