Dookz, from the South - I Bet

Who gon' tell me I can't, Who gon' tell me I won't
I was raised to be a man, Ima stay ten toes
In the duffle, rubber bands, blue faces we know
Better tell them quit playing 'fore we take them to war
Better tell them boys to chill, better tell them to smoke
Cuz the homies really trippin, they be doing the most
They go shooting where you at, then get rid of the ghost
Don't go asking 'bout what happened
Shit, I wouldn't even know
Busted missions in the desert where the grass don't grow
This type of pressure breaking backs, but the real don't fold
In situations I'm relaxed, gotta keep it composed
Cuz these pussies gon' be hating, they'll be hoping you don't
Told Veeks that Ima ride and I ain't fell short
Anytime I get the call, Ima put in the work
If they really want it bad, Ima bring them the hurt
Bring a shovel, bring the box, we gon' put them in dirt
Yeah, Ayoo
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, Ay
Yeah yeah, ay
Ay, yeah yeah
Ay, I bring the pain mother fucker, yeah
Ayoo, I bring the pain mother fucker, yeah
Ayoo, I bring the pain mother fucker, yeah
Ayoo, I bring the pain, Ayoo I bring the pain, yeah

Written by:
Javier Ramirez

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