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Doe Boy - MISSION IMPOSSIBLE Lyrics



Doe Boy - MISSION IMPOSSIBLE Lyrics
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[ Featuring Lil Double 0 ]

Slatt, slatt, let's go (oh really?)
(Red dead, I'm so f*ckin' bumpin', bruh)

Let's go, told Beezy to give me the switch (let's go)
This your first mission, nigga, better not flinch (no bap)
Put your mask on, this the plan, nigga, know we finna get rich (walk 'em down)
I heard he got racks
I heard he got niggas that's servin' and flippin' the packs (let's go)
Gotta watch your back
Can't run from slatt, 'cause we slime we takin' them packs (let's go, uh)
You can run and hide 'til you die (uh)
We puttin' shit in the sky (walk him down)
Smokin' it all to the fire
Pull a DOA, nobody alive (slatt)
When we slide, nobody survive, we whackin' 'em
Pull up and hit all your guys
Me and Doe takin' turns
I send a pick to Chop and I block him
And he shoot all the opps, make them lil' niggas burn (uh, you ain't know?)
Niggas play in the club, then we stomp 'em
Got a shot with a double D, rest in peace double D
I told Doe Beezy to pull up and hop out, woah (oh really? Slatt, nigga)

FBG, nigga
The f*ckin' G stand for gangsta, nigga
It's a new operation in town, they know how the f*ck we comin', nigga
Everybody stand down, nigga, blrrrd, nigga, big blrrrds
Man, stop playin' with us
Them niggas scared of us
I keep tellin' y'all that (oh really?)

Nigga, we ain't dead, walk down my block (walk)
Walk his ass down with a porn star
Shot after shot, bullets comin' like non-stop (grrah)
I really f*ck rappers' thots
And never forget, for that I was slidin' on opps
Like ten years ago, the first nigga I popped him
It's crazy how much the time went by (true story)
Ridin' with Ks, ain't nobody safe
Don't care if you ridin' with moms or pops (you think I'm playin')
I let it spray, nigga
Don't care if you ridin' with bae or slidin' with God (you think I'm playin')
Ridin' with .9s, run with the slimes
Walk his ass down, only run with my kind
He said it's beef, that nigga sweet
I'll knock the crease out his ass with this iron (oh really?)
I laid that f*ck nigga flat like a ironin' board
You blowin' that money, the f*ck do you got it for?
I throw them racks on your head like Allure (Freebandz)
I do you just like them hoes
We hit his trap if you scrapin' the bowl (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I been a gangster since one minute old, uh (oh really?)

Let's go, told Beezy to gimme the switch (let's go)
This your first mission, nigga, better not flinch (no bap)
Put your mask on, this the plan, nigga, know we finna get rich (uh)
I heard he got racks
I heard he got niggas that's servin' and flippin' the packs (I heard he got racks)
Gotta watch your back, can't run from slatt, uh
Big slime, nigga (wipe his nose, wipe his nose, f*ck it)
Walk 'em down (big slatt), uh (f*ck what they're talkin' about, the biggest, ho)
The biggest blrrrd, nigga, f*ck you thought
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Slatt, slatt, let's go (oh really?)
(Red dead, I'm so f*ckin' bumpin', bruh)

Let's go, told Beezy to give me the switch (let's go)
This your first mission, nigga, better not flinch (no bap)
Put your mask on, this the plan, nigga, know we finna get rich (walk 'em down)
I heard he got racks
I heard he got niggas that's servin' and flippin' the packs (let's go)
Gotta watch your back
Can't run from slatt, 'cause we slime we takin' them packs (let's go, uh)
You can run and hide 'til you die (uh)
We puttin' shit in the sky (walk him down)
Smokin' it all to the fire
Pull a DOA, nobody alive (slatt)
When we slide, nobody survive, we whackin' 'em
Pull up and hit all your guys
Me and Doe takin' turns
I send a pick to Chop and I block him
And he shoot all the opps, make them lil' niggas burn (uh, you ain't know?)
Niggas play in the club, then we stomp 'em
Got a shot with a double D, rest in peace double D
I told Doe Beezy to pull up and hop out, woah (oh really? Slatt, nigga)

FBG, nigga
The f*ckin' G stand for gangsta, nigga
It's a new operation in town, they know how the f*ck we comin', nigga
Everybody stand down, nigga, blrrrd, nigga, big blrrrds
Man, stop playin' with us
Them niggas scared of us
I keep tellin' y'all that (oh really?)

Nigga, we ain't dead, walk down my block (walk)
Walk his ass down with a porn star
Shot after shot, bullets comin' like non-stop (grrah)
I really f*ck rappers' thots
And never forget, for that I was slidin' on opps
Like ten years ago, the first nigga I popped him
It's crazy how much the time went by (true story)
Ridin' with Ks, ain't nobody safe
Don't care if you ridin' with moms or pops (you think I'm playin')
I let it spray, nigga
Don't care if you ridin' with bae or slidin' with God (you think I'm playin')
Ridin' with .9s, run with the slimes
Walk his ass down, only run with my kind
He said it's beef, that nigga sweet
I'll knock the crease out his ass with this iron (oh really?)
I laid that f*ck nigga flat like a ironin' board
You blowin' that money, the f*ck do you got it for?
I throw them racks on your head like Allure (Freebandz)
I do you just like them hoes
We hit his trap if you scrapin' the bowl (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I been a gangster since one minute old, uh (oh really?)

Let's go, told Beezy to gimme the switch (let's go)
This your first mission, nigga, better not flinch (no bap)
Put your mask on, this the plan, nigga, know we finna get rich (uh)
I heard he got racks
I heard he got niggas that's servin' and flippin' the packs (I heard he got racks)
Gotta watch your back, can't run from slatt, uh
Big slime, nigga (wipe his nose, wipe his nose, f*ck it)
Walk 'em down (big slatt), uh (f*ck what they're talkin' about, the biggest, ho)
The biggest blrrrd, nigga, f*ck you thought
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Writer: Cotrell Dennard
Copyright: Lyrics © ARENA MUSIC PUBLISHING

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Performed By: Doe Boy
Featuring: Lil Double 0
Language: English
Length: 2:07
Written by: Cotrell Dennard

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