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HOODBACHI Video (MV)




Performed By: Doodie Lo
Featuring: Tee Grizzley
Language: English
Length: 1:57
Written by: Terry Sanchez Wallace, David Saulsberry




Doodie Lo - HOODBACHI Lyrics
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[ Featuring Tee Grizzley ]

(Ayy, ayy, bitch, now it's not magic, but it looks magical)
Oh yeah
Uh-huh, ayy (Doodie in this bitch, DJ Bandz, oh, man)

Never goin' broke long as I'm locked in with my Mexicans
Don't call him, "Doodie Lo," just call him, "Thousand Dollar Beverages"
I'm mad as f*ck I scuffed the Ricks, trappin' on some extra shit
They can't take me to jail 'cause ain't no witnesses or evidence (uh-uh)
Never met Trump, that rose green face my president (presi')
Free my nigga Real Hustla, behind the fence sellin' thick (come get it)
They take to that room, they ain't got you, better not tell 'em shit (shh)
Lost a couple loads, brodie fly 'em, we ain't mailin' shit (can't do it)
Bad bitch, she gon' throw that neck (Uh-huh), GG, OTF
Lil' bro can't get booked for no attempt, he catch only hats (bah, bah)
I can make a good girl f*ck like she be on OnlyFans
Welcome to my hood, scams and grams, we made only bands (nigga)

We just did the race on the jakes, took 'em on a chase
I just drunk an eight to the face, you be sippin' fake
Pull up in some fast shit (skrrt), I got brothers that's assassins
I can make a phone call, put him the casket (boom)

Play with me, a face shot (face shot), kill a witness, case out
That's your favorite rapper, he might call me for the drank now (go)
Ooh, I love that Glock-10 (Glock-10), caught him loafin', boxed in (boxed in)
Broski chased him down, f*cked him up, then he hopped in (doom, doom, doom)
If you ever get up in the jam, you ain't seen shit (shh)
Told me, "Slow down, LoDown, I ain't mean it" (huh?)
It can go down, .45 get to screechin' (it's screechin')
Toss if he reachin' (reach), now the church preachin' (preach)
All in your homie shit, you died for no reason (died for no reason)
Changin' my number, tired of beggin' and pleadin' (tired of beggin' and pleadin')
Switch on me, check (check), got water on my neck now (neck)
And a hundred on the wrist, this is flawless VVS
Better not talk 'bout no murders, I'm not a rapper, I'll serve you
OTF, Grizzley Gang kill for real in the server (bitch)

We just did the race on the jakes, took 'em on a chase
I just drunk an eight to the face, you be sippin' fake
Pull up in some fast shit (skrrt), I got brothers that's assassins
I can make a phone call, put him the casket (boom)

Ayy, bitch (put him the casket)
Gang, bitch (put him the casket)
Ayy, ayy (put him the casket)
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(Ayy, ayy, bitch, now it's not magic, but it looks magical)
Oh yeah
Uh-huh, ayy (Doodie in this bitch, DJ Bandz, oh, man)

Never goin' broke long as I'm locked in with my Mexicans
Don't call him, "Doodie Lo," just call him, "Thousand Dollar Beverages"
I'm mad as f*ck I scuffed the Ricks, trappin' on some extra shit
They can't take me to jail 'cause ain't no witnesses or evidence (uh-uh)
Never met Trump, that rose green face my president (presi')
Free my nigga Real Hustla, behind the fence sellin' thick (come get it)
They take to that room, they ain't got you, better not tell 'em shit (shh)
Lost a couple loads, brodie fly 'em, we ain't mailin' shit (can't do it)
Bad bitch, she gon' throw that neck (Uh-huh), GG, OTF
Lil' bro can't get booked for no attempt, he catch only hats (bah, bah)
I can make a good girl f*ck like she be on OnlyFans
Welcome to my hood, scams and grams, we made only bands (nigga)

We just did the race on the jakes, took 'em on a chase
I just drunk an eight to the face, you be sippin' fake
Pull up in some fast shit (skrrt), I got brothers that's assassins
I can make a phone call, put him the casket (boom)

Play with me, a face shot (face shot), kill a witness, case out
That's your favorite rapper, he might call me for the drank now (go)
Ooh, I love that Glock-10 (Glock-10), caught him loafin', boxed in (boxed in)
Broski chased him down, f*cked him up, then he hopped in (doom, doom, doom)
If you ever get up in the jam, you ain't seen shit (shh)
Told me, "Slow down, LoDown, I ain't mean it" (huh?)
It can go down, .45 get to screechin' (it's screechin')
Toss if he reachin' (reach), now the church preachin' (preach)
All in your homie shit, you died for no reason (died for no reason)
Changin' my number, tired of beggin' and pleadin' (tired of beggin' and pleadin')
Switch on me, check (check), got water on my neck now (neck)
And a hundred on the wrist, this is flawless VVS
Better not talk 'bout no murders, I'm not a rapper, I'll serve you
OTF, Grizzley Gang kill for real in the server (bitch)

We just did the race on the jakes, took 'em on a chase
I just drunk an eight to the face, you be sippin' fake
Pull up in some fast shit (skrrt), I got brothers that's assassins
I can make a phone call, put him the casket (boom)

Ayy, bitch (put him the casket)
Gang, bitch (put him the casket)
Ayy, ayy (put him the casket)
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Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace, David Saulsberry
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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