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daboii - fresh out the county lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, bet them baby do is get it done, n_gga (quake)
yeah, mhm, yeah, fresh out the—, yeah, yeah, yeah (li_li_li_link up)
he tried that, ayy, then i dip the—, yeah
ah, ah, oh yeah
yeah, on the gang, n_gga, you know where we hang, n_gga
you know what i bang, n_gga, b_tch
ah, he on the gang, n_gga
yeah, yeah, you know what i claim, n_gga
yeah, yeah, you know what i bang, n_gga
you know where we hang, n_gga, sob gang, n_gga

[chorus]
fresh out the county, copped the rollie, then i dipped the benz
(ah, yeah, then i—, yeah)
i rap now, they forgot that i was with the sh_t (but they forgot)
i catch my bro opp out in traffic, gettin’ pistol whipped (here’s what you forgot)
ain’t even pull up to the hood, been chillin’ with my son (chillin’ with [cane?])
warrant on me if i knew i’d have be on the run (b_tch, i’m gone)
ain’t popped no pills, ain’t sipped no drank, and ain’t hit no blunts (i ain’t never)
ain’t gotta k!ll ’em, bet them baby do is get it done (i bet they doin’)

[verse]
ain’t gotta do it, bet them baby do is handle it (i bet they doin’)
don’t hit the book talkin’ ’bout no beef, you n_ggas ran from that (you n_ggas nash)
they put your boy up in that spitter, check the aftermath (check the aftermath)
slid up on him with that fire, he got his candle waxed (boom, boom)
when i heard [brian?] hit my b_tch, i had to keep it p (hah, on the gang)
when he had heard his b_tch got f_cked, he tried to beef with me (hah, on the gang)
i ain’t had no p_ssy in a year, i had to beat my meat (haha)
rollers on me interrogatin’, i ain’t seen a thing (nah, i ain’t seen)
ain’t even been out for a month and i’ve been catchin’ flights (i’ve been gone)
my fans keep tellin’ me, “record,” i’m finna bless the mic (i got you)
my son want everything he sees, and i’m like, “sh_t, alright” (haha)
he throw my name up in that song, he gon’ be dead tonight (boom, boom)
if we don’t catch him by tonight, he gon’ be gone tomorrow (gon’ be gone)
went to jail, and they complained, i took it up with karma (hah, on the gang)
brodie said he love me more, but i still keep my guard up (hah, on the gang)
eight hundred for some f_ckin’ pants, b_tch, i don’t shop in zara (ain’t never)
i heard them n_ggas try backdoor me, had to laugh it off (haha)
’cause it’s my fault for trustin’ n_ggas, i ain’t mad at y’all (haha)
i’m the type to say it’s good, it’s really bad for dog (that’s really bad for dog)
when i say, “let’s go and hoop,” b_tch, this ain’t basketball
keep the money comin’ in, and kick the b_tches out (and kick them b_tches out)
said he got the plug on what? we need them b_tches now (right now)
we maskin’ up about that beef, b_tch, we in and out (b_tch, we gone)
mama bought me [?] for school, i’m wearin’ rickies now
i can’t pop no percocets, them b_tches too addictive (too addictive)
don’t f_ck with hoes that’s tryna f_ck, i f_ck with boostin’ b_tches (huh, on the gang)
they keep on tellin’ me i’m winnin’, but i’m losin’ n_ggas (yeah, on the gang)
lil’ bro ain’t tryna shoot no dice, that boy be shootin’ n_ggas (ah, ah, ah, on the gang)
lil’ bro ain’t tryna shoot no dice, he tryna catch a hat (huh, on the gang)
chiropractic in that field, bet he stretch his ass (boom, boom)
my po put my ass in jail, sh_t, i was h_lla mad (hah, i was hot)
b_tch, we ain’t runnin’ from no beef, b_tch, run and tell ’em that (b_tch, we ain’t run)
they sent that warrant for my arrest, and took that bail from me (hah)
from angel city, but i got n_ggas causin’ h_ll for me (huh, on the gang)
you won’t see me peezy up, i’m in the jail thuggin’ (jails thuggin’)
and i can’t slime with none you n_ggas, you’ll tell on me (huh, you n_ggas snitchin’)
n_gga, everybody switchin’, everybody fake (everybody fakin’)
i ain’t hear from a lot of n_ggas when i caught that case (haha, on the gang)
talkin’ ’bout you tryna do your time, you could have caught that face (huh, sucker)
he gave his all to that lil’ b_tch, and then his ass got played (nah)
my po been up on my ass, i can’t even leave the city (f_ck ’em)
my own brother snaked my brother, this sh_t gettin’ tricky (where the snakes?)
my lil’ bro tryna catch a body, but i don’t see it in him (but i don’t see it)
pull up on it with that woah, this don’t be a vicky, b_tch (this don’t be a vicky)
[chorus]
fresh out the county, copped the rollie, then i dipped the benz
(ah, yeah, then i—, yeah)
i rap now, they forgot that i was with the sh_t (but they forgot)
i catch my bro opp out in traffic, gettin’ pistol whipped (here’s what you forgot)
ain’t even pull up to the hood, been chillin’ with my son (chillin’ with [cane?])
warrant on me if i knew i’d have be on the run (b_tch, i’m gone)
ain’t popped no pills, ain’t sipped no drank, and ain’t hit no blunts (i ain’t never)
ain’t gotta k!ll ’em, bet them baby do is get it done (i bet they doin’)

- daboii lyrics

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