All About My Doe (feat. Ronnie Spencer & Fat Pat)

I'm a playa, 'bout my paper

Man, I'm all about my doe

(All about my doe, yeah)

Don't knock my hustle, hustle

I'm a playa, 'bout my paper

Man, I'm all about my doe

(All about my doe)

Don't knock my hustle, hustle

Tic-tock, make 'em body rock

Top's gonna drop, got 'em screamin' wreck shop

I'll take your neck like dots, time to give us our props

Heavily respected on the North and the South

If you got some goods better leave it where it's at

Haters still get the gat, back, back, back, back

Broads couldn't see me comin' down in the Benz

Watch me drop the top, let my wig hit the wind

Chop, chop on my beams

Pop, pop, make it wave

Whippin' the wood grain, 'bout to flip a squeeze

Playin Tomb Raider, Navigator, playa haters get stitches

Trippin', bumpin' bitches, get you in a bad position

W-R-E-C-K-S-H-O-P

Won't let me love nobody else, mayne

That's eternally

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

(It's goin' down, '99)

I'm a playa, 'bout my paper

Man, I'm all about my doe

(All about my doe, yeah)

Don't knock my hustle, hustle

I'm a playa, 'bout my paper

Man, I'm all about my doe

(All about my doe)

Don't knock my hustle, hustle

I'ma come through

Bangin' my Screwed

Rollin' over haters, now whatcha gon' do?

Man, I'm so throwed, throwed in the game

Big body, grippin', grind, swangin' lane to lane

Watch the screen fold, twenty inch scroll

Seventy five G's when the baller hit the mall

Time to hit the club, might be Oasis

Studio 44 or that Maker Maker

All ballers gon' flex, we choppin' off necks

The shop's been wrecked and we earned our respect

Cashin' big checks, knocked off a lick

This I-T connect and we 'bout to act the best

Wreckshop won't let me love nobody else

Flow so strong when we throwin' in the game too

Throwin' in the game too

I'm a playa, 'bout my paper

Man, I'm all about my doe

(All about my doe, yeah)

Don't knock my hustle, hustle

I'm a playa, 'bout my paper

Man, I'm all about my doe

(All about my doe)

Don't knock my hustle, hustle

Wreckshop, tops drop

Front hops don't stop

Chop-chop goe's my blades

When I'm rollin' up your block

U-haulin', heavy load

Drivin' fast and outta control

Fat Pat grab the mic, now it's time to explode

Let 'em know, one hitter, quitter, ain't no bull-shitter

Wig splitters, give her jitters when she see the new

I'm the player of the click, we be ballin' in the mix

Breakin' chicks, leave 'em sick

All sprung on my dick

Ah shit, it don't quit, went from crumbs to bricks

Holla at that boy Stick, lay it in, in the mix

Takin' pics, we be sick, what I hit her for?

Everybody wanna hit, so I holler at Lil' Joe

Keep the flow, make 'em mad, crawl down in the Jag

Let my Guess jeans sag

You can get toe tagged if you make a player mad

Bad news travels fast

Hit your dash, make your head explode, the blast with shotgun

Live your life on the run, trippin', now you done, son

Come back, I don't hit once, fuckin' with the dangerous one

Better have your shotgun, diamonds shine like the sun

Bitches say, peace with my click, follow that snow

Fat Pat, Rick,Sean

I'm a playa, 'bout my paper

Man, I'm all about my doe

(All about my doe)

Don't knock my hustle, hustle

I'm a playa, 'bout my paper

Man, I'm all about my doe

(All about my doe)

Don't knock my hustle, hustle

Wreckshop won't let me love nobody else

Flow so strong when we throwin' in the game too

Throwin' in the game too

Wreckshop won't let me love nobody else

Flow so strong when we throwin' in the game too

Throwin' in the game too

P-A-T