Lyrics to DoorDash (OMG)
(Here you go, fuckin' ignorin' me and shit, lookin' through my story)
(Anyways, you gotta stop doing that)
(You wanna fucking play, like I'm not even motherfuckin' playing with you, Benzo)
Hm, I been on percs’ and dranks, sometimes I feel like I’m trippin’
If opp try and take me to the paint, but you’ll never catch me slippin’
Ain’t tweakin’ these personal pranks, I’m quick to give opp a whippin’
Do you feel me?, not for money, these personal killings
Big bad wolf, I’ll blow down the kitchen, please just stay out my business (huh)
Opp think he safe?, baby on the way, he ain’t raising them children
Sling the belt, I bet wе get ‘em gone
Watch what you say up in thеm songs
Crying over that dick, it ain’t that serious, baby just leave me alone
I’m in the back feeling good, smokin’ a Backwood, in the bang of the back of the woods
Now you missin’ your bro on somebody door, you’ll get some get-back if you could
Yeah, if opp get to close on me, he wouldn’t get back if he could
Crying on my phone ‘bout a bitch on me, you want a bitch back is you good?
Sometimes I really be asking myself, do they really love me?
Ten times I thought about blasting myself, man this shit get ugly
Nowadays they wanna fuck me, back then they wouldn’t hug me
How many K’s?, I need forty
When we spin, we won’t need more (for that more piece)
More past nigga, better get on P, they gotta know we score fast
Bitches sent your lo’, it’s time to eat, drop shot, and DoorDash
Can’t make diss songs, ain't got a pot to pee, these niggas poor sent
It’s been ten times, fuck your spot on P, my niggas torn it
Fuck the airport, I’ll go on the jet
Know I’ll be rich, I was born to flex
You wanna fuck?, I was born to have sex
Just met the bitch, I don't even know her like that
You don’t know me, I’ma fold that Tec
Feel like I can kill all the force with this (huh)
I ain’t even rapping, just pourin’ on this
It really be just on some porch shit
Yeah, ain’t good at embracing how I feel
But go crazy ‘bout my pill
Skipped multiple ways, to sign my deal
Can’t hang with that nigga, he fake
Up Gen, if he raise my chills
You could hang, but not my crib
You could stay, but not right here
You could stay, but not right here
Go crazy ‘bout my pill (hm, hm)
You could stay, but not right here
You could babe, but not my chest
You could stay, but not my crib
I can’t lie, I been goin’ crazy
We can do business, but you gon’ pay me
After this, I’m leavin’ with your lady
Wan’ introduce your son, be dissing, better tell them chill
After this, it’s no baby
Blowing up blick in a situation, I don’t be full baby
(huh, hm)
I’m gonna fold baby, get pussy and go crazy
(hm, huh)
Get in that pussy, and go crazy (huh)
Ain’t no more past nigga, better get on P, cause they don’t know we score fast
But we got another lo’ on them, drop shot, and DoorDash
He standing with that glizzy, you tote
Like dissin’ and you never spinned before
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bro said that he see my opp, squeeze and let the bit’ go
Hold on, she want more (huh)
Oh, I ain’t know it was another one (huh)
She want more (huh)
Went on a drill, there was four of ‘em
Bro squeeze two more (huh)
Damn, I ran out of shots (huh)
They gon’ go back to the block (huh)
They ain’t caught onto the plot (huh)
We finna bone on they spot
Got a bad bitch at home
Fan bitch, I dodged they twat’
Bad bitch, wan’ hop on the bone
She got to sit down and squat
Brr, ayy, y'all fuck niggas gon' get another for playin' with us, nigga
We gon' keep puttin' y'all bitch ass on the news, nigga, stop playin' with us
You know what the fuck goin' on
At the end of the day, 2025, nigga, we still alive and y'all bitch ass ain't
I been on percs’ and dranks, sometimes I feel like I’m trippin’
If opp try and take me to the paint, but you’ll never catch me slippin’
Ain’t tweakin’ these personal pranks, I’m quick to give opp a whippin’
Do you feel me?, not for money, these personal killings
Big bad wolf, I’ll blow down the kitchen, please just stay out my business (huh)
Opp think he safe?, baby on the way, he ain’t raising them children
Sling the belt, I bet we get ‘em gone
Watch what you say up in them songs
Crying over that dick, it ain’t that serious, baby just leave me alone
(Anyways, you gotta stop doing that)
(You wanna fucking play, like I'm not even motherfuckin' playing with you, Benzo)
Hm, I been on percs’ and dranks, sometimes I feel like I’m trippin’
If opp try and take me to the paint, but you’ll never catch me slippin’
Ain’t tweakin’ these personal pranks, I’m quick to give opp a whippin’
Do you feel me?, not for money, these personal killings
Big bad wolf, I’ll blow down the kitchen, please just stay out my business (huh)
Opp think he safe?, baby on the way, he ain’t raising them children
Sling the belt, I bet wе get ‘em gone
Watch what you say up in thеm songs
Crying over that dick, it ain’t that serious, baby just leave me alone
I’m in the back feeling good, smokin’ a Backwood, in the bang of the back of the woods
Now you missin’ your bro on somebody door, you’ll get some get-back if you could
Yeah, if opp get to close on me, he wouldn’t get back if he could
Crying on my phone ‘bout a bitch on me, you want a bitch back is you good?
Sometimes I really be asking myself, do they really love me?
Ten times I thought about blasting myself, man this shit get ugly
Nowadays they wanna fuck me, back then they wouldn’t hug me
How many K’s?, I need forty
When we spin, we won’t need more (for that more piece)
More past nigga, better get on P, they gotta know we score fast
Bitches sent your lo’, it’s time to eat, drop shot, and DoorDash
Can’t make diss songs, ain't got a pot to pee, these niggas poor sent
It’s been ten times, fuck your spot on P, my niggas torn it
Fuck the airport, I’ll go on the jet
Know I’ll be rich, I was born to flex
You wanna fuck?, I was born to have sex
Just met the bitch, I don't even know her like that
You don’t know me, I’ma fold that Tec
Feel like I can kill all the force with this (huh)
I ain’t even rapping, just pourin’ on this
It really be just on some porch shit
Yeah, ain’t good at embracing how I feel
But go crazy ‘bout my pill
Skipped multiple ways, to sign my deal
Can’t hang with that nigga, he fake
Up Gen, if he raise my chills
You could hang, but not my crib
You could stay, but not right here
You could stay, but not right here
Go crazy ‘bout my pill (hm, hm)
You could stay, but not right here
You could babe, but not my chest
You could stay, but not my crib
I can’t lie, I been goin’ crazy
We can do business, but you gon’ pay me
After this, I’m leavin’ with your lady
Wan’ introduce your son, be dissing, better tell them chill
After this, it’s no baby
Blowing up blick in a situation, I don’t be full baby
(huh, hm)
I’m gonna fold baby, get pussy and go crazy
(hm, huh)
Get in that pussy, and go crazy (huh)
Ain’t no more past nigga, better get on P, cause they don’t know we score fast
But we got another lo’ on them, drop shot, and DoorDash
He standing with that glizzy, you tote
Like dissin’ and you never spinned before
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bro said that he see my opp, squeeze and let the bit’ go
Hold on, she want more (huh)
Oh, I ain’t know it was another one (huh)
She want more (huh)
Went on a drill, there was four of ‘em
Bro squeeze two more (huh)
Damn, I ran out of shots (huh)
They gon’ go back to the block (huh)
They ain’t caught onto the plot (huh)
We finna bone on they spot
Got a bad bitch at home
Fan bitch, I dodged they twat’
Bad bitch, wan’ hop on the bone
She got to sit down and squat
Brr, ayy, y'all fuck niggas gon' get another for playin' with us, nigga
We gon' keep puttin' y'all bitch ass on the news, nigga, stop playin' with us
You know what the fuck goin' on
At the end of the day, 2025, nigga, we still alive and y'all bitch ass ain't
I been on percs’ and dranks, sometimes I feel like I’m trippin’
If opp try and take me to the paint, but you’ll never catch me slippin’
Ain’t tweakin’ these personal pranks, I’m quick to give opp a whippin’
Do you feel me?, not for money, these personal killings
Big bad wolf, I’ll blow down the kitchen, please just stay out my business (huh)
Opp think he safe?, baby on the way, he ain’t raising them children
Sling the belt, I bet we get ‘em gone
Watch what you say up in them songs
Crying over that dick, it ain’t that serious, baby just leave me alone
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