Lyrics to Intro (Doubt It)
Ay Choice!
What up bro?
Bro, where the fuck you been?
In the wind, turning 5 into 10
Took the L outta Black
Turn they back on a pimp
Fuck that tho, tell me how you been?
You ever felt your stomach touch your back bone? (I have)
On God, I was lowkey down bad with it (Yeah?)
It was harder than reading a text on a cracked phone (Tell me mo')
I had to get it out a bitch to keep my rap image
Even ran up on a trick, it turned out it was a motherfuckin fan
I get to pattin a nigga pockets, he want a picture for the 'gram
Damn
I could understand what you sayin
From the North, I was in the trap like a neck vein
Now rule number 1 is to never be number 2
Second rule, shit on em without stepping in number two
Rule 3, if you do, get that shit off your shoe
I always got it out the mud, but what I know ain't what I do
Used to wop out the smokers with the B12's
Came in with a blower, we sold him the real
Came back for more, we sold him the fakes
Threw some Orajel on it, he needed a taste
Ay
Rich Off Mackin, we done gave them niggas blueprints
They ain't worth a penny tryna add they two cents
And you know we bout a dollar, kept it hunnid since a nuisance
Back to the story nigga, tell em where the juice is
Is you back independent?
Yeah it been that for a minute
From Seattle to the Millas?
In they feelings like a dentist
Rap Caviar, they done listed two of the realest
Now they all poppin this pimpin, so we had to reinvent it
Quarterbackin in the backfield
Introducing my hoes to zo up in Maxfield
The pimpin in me gets so cold, get you back chills
Count a hunnid a night, it feel like an x pill
On to the next thrill
It might be your year, but its not yo day
Like she might say she care but that's not yo bae
They gon hate you when you on
Love you when you gone
It's Rich Off Mackin nigga play the next song
Ay, you ever been out to the show me state?
Quiet down if you don't relate
Let me be great, hold it down, don't need to hate
Did you doubt us?
Weakest man is the loudest
I really do like when you doubt us
Pull up on me baby, don't hesitate
Keep the party goin, don't make me wait
Know it been a while nigga
You know my vibe, know my style nigga
Hard to trust
Crooked like my dick and my smile nigga
Put you in these size 9's you couldn't walk a mile in em
Can't nobody reel me, I'm the only real me
You still gotta hunnid dollar bill me when you feel me
Lost everything but my trust so I'm still me
Pillow talking to these bitches, boy you niggas kill me
Sell this shit too long, you get immune to the scent
Serve pills, hop weed, transition too legit
Shot 3-5-7, .45 long clip
Told her lie to detectives when they got up in my shit
Right hand to the Bible, if I sin then I repent
For the Gangstas I just put the G inside of Gentleman
Fuckin treat her like she treat herself, that's proper etiquette
Got a strong Black bitch
Still gotta call her bitch (bitch)
All feels, I bet on my self
You can't tell, I'm feelin my self
You ever got it out the ground yo self?
Oh well I doubt
I doubt it
I doubt it
I doubt it
I doubt it
I doubt it
I doubt it
I doubt
What up bro?
Bro, where the fuck you been?
In the wind, turning 5 into 10
Took the L outta Black
Turn they back on a pimp
Fuck that tho, tell me how you been?
You ever felt your stomach touch your back bone? (I have)
On God, I was lowkey down bad with it (Yeah?)
It was harder than reading a text on a cracked phone (Tell me mo')
I had to get it out a bitch to keep my rap image
Even ran up on a trick, it turned out it was a motherfuckin fan
I get to pattin a nigga pockets, he want a picture for the 'gram
Damn
I could understand what you sayin
From the North, I was in the trap like a neck vein
Now rule number 1 is to never be number 2
Second rule, shit on em without stepping in number two
Rule 3, if you do, get that shit off your shoe
I always got it out the mud, but what I know ain't what I do
Used to wop out the smokers with the B12's
Came in with a blower, we sold him the real
Came back for more, we sold him the fakes
Threw some Orajel on it, he needed a taste
Ay
Rich Off Mackin, we done gave them niggas blueprints
They ain't worth a penny tryna add they two cents
And you know we bout a dollar, kept it hunnid since a nuisance
Back to the story nigga, tell em where the juice is
Is you back independent?
Yeah it been that for a minute
From Seattle to the Millas?
In they feelings like a dentist
Rap Caviar, they done listed two of the realest
Now they all poppin this pimpin, so we had to reinvent it
Quarterbackin in the backfield
Introducing my hoes to zo up in Maxfield
The pimpin in me gets so cold, get you back chills
Count a hunnid a night, it feel like an x pill
On to the next thrill
It might be your year, but its not yo day
Like she might say she care but that's not yo bae
They gon hate you when you on
Love you when you gone
It's Rich Off Mackin nigga play the next song
Ay, you ever been out to the show me state?
Quiet down if you don't relate
Let me be great, hold it down, don't need to hate
Did you doubt us?
Weakest man is the loudest
I really do like when you doubt us
Pull up on me baby, don't hesitate
Keep the party goin, don't make me wait
Know it been a while nigga
You know my vibe, know my style nigga
Hard to trust
Crooked like my dick and my smile nigga
Put you in these size 9's you couldn't walk a mile in em
Can't nobody reel me, I'm the only real me
You still gotta hunnid dollar bill me when you feel me
Lost everything but my trust so I'm still me
Pillow talking to these bitches, boy you niggas kill me
Sell this shit too long, you get immune to the scent
Serve pills, hop weed, transition too legit
Shot 3-5-7, .45 long clip
Told her lie to detectives when they got up in my shit
Right hand to the Bible, if I sin then I repent
For the Gangstas I just put the G inside of Gentleman
Fuckin treat her like she treat herself, that's proper etiquette
Got a strong Black bitch
Still gotta call her bitch (bitch)
All feels, I bet on my self
You can't tell, I'm feelin my self
You ever got it out the ground yo self?
Oh well I doubt
I doubt it
I doubt it
I doubt it
I doubt it
I doubt it
I doubt it
I doubt
