Ever since I was a youngin', I been popping my collar
Yeah
Ever since I was a youngin', I been popping my collar
DUBIE is my middle name switch up on the glock
Bitch I just tap it I don't gotta aim
I'll kill about my brothers cause I know that they gone do the same
You go broke tryna keep up should've knew that you can't do the same
So icy like I'm Gucci mane
Cooking up I mix it like a smoothie mane
Ready for modern warfare bitch my life like call of duty mane
Crushing on celebs can't go like that, that bitch a groupie mane
Cross me we can't make amends
Tiered of all my F I E N D S thinking that we fucking friends
My bitch yellow but her favorite color orange
Finna poke her like a horn
I just found out that my favorite rapper pussy now his music boring
That ain't lean that's Robitussin mixed with Neosporin
I ain't stingy with the pape
I'm the type to put you on
Heard they looking for Mr. seven foe and I just spawn
I'm the type to roll a blunt
Every time I fucking yawn huh, huh, huh
DUBIE is my middle name switch up on the glock
Bitch I just tap it I don't gotta aim
I'll kill about my brothers because I know that they gone do the same
You go broke tryna keep up should've knew that you can't do the same
Uh, Should of knew that you can't do the same on gang
You gone go broke tryna' to keep up you not Dubie you not me
Heard you paid her just to hit and she let me hit for the free
He wanna verse but he trash so I'm taxing on that fee
They said ty can only sing he can't rap I disagree
Ever since I was a youngin' I been popping my collar
I was pulling up in Chevys and them seven two impalas'
Like I'm Chris up on the block them nigga's asked me for a dollar
Wildin' out like I'm a hitman niggas see me they gone holla
Bad bitches in my DM I done slayed everyone
Still got dollars from my granny I done saved every $1
All these killers in my circle I done paid everyone
All them blickies in they crib and they done sprayed everyone
DUBIE is my middle name switch up on the glock
Bitch I just tap it I don't gotta aim
I'll kill about my brothers cause I know that they gone do the same
You go broke tryna keep up should've knew that you can't do the same
Huh huh huh huh
Popping my collar, popping popping my collar
Popping my collar, popping popping my collar
Popping my collar, popping popping my collar
Mr. Seven foe until it blow post up with a pole
Never been a hoe if you ain't know now you fucking know Nigga
I'm a gangster in my backyard a six three Impala
Hang with dread heads and the gangster's worship Allah
Say the money is the root of all evil call me Kunta Kinte Gwala