Doe Boy, Southside - Stimulus Check Lyrics

(Southside on the track, yeah)
Yeah, bang-bang
Yeah, lil' nigga bang-bang
Yeah, bang-bang
Yeah, lil' nigga bang-bang
Let's go

Young nigga with it (with it), I really came up drillin' (brrt)
Brought our opps' bitches (bitches), fuck, everyone came up missin' (fuck)
Got that extension (yeah), get that young nigga, he trippin' (Doe Beezy)
Chops they shoot, make 'em back up (brrt), social distance (oh really?!)
Masked up, ridin' through ther trenches (grr)
Fake like they ballin' but really rock benches
Hop in the Bentley and whip it (skrrt!)
How can I not slide? Niggas' bitches (mwah)
Young Doe Beezy be drippin' (Doe Beezy), wonder how I'm fuckin' her instantly
He come too close and I'm blickin' (brrt), I need social distance please (boom!)

Foreign came through and they heard the motor, I bet they wish they was poled up (yeah)
I don't even smoke dead niggas no more, all of them pussies get poured up
Jump out the 'Rari, don't jump out the Rover (skrrt)
We shoot at heads, never shot at a shoulder (yeah)
She want a nigga to cry on his shoulder
Blah, blah, blah, I forgot what I told her (oh really?)
Forgot what I said when I smashed her (yeah), young ignorant bastard (Doe Beezy)
Hold up, I just remembered (hold on)
I didn't even ask her (fool)
Icy but I never been to Alaska (yeah)
Why you try race if you know my shit faster?
Go shop with the gang, boy them niggas ain't right
They whip chickens, but Fentanyl all on the platter
Young nigga really a vet (yeah)
I might wake up and go buy a Corvette (facts)
I ain't gon flex (no)
I really ride with them shotters on deck (gang)
Said they gon' do that, they really be cappin'
We said we gon' do it, they really get wet (brrt)
Said he was up and he said he was havin'
But he just apply for his stimulus check (oh really?!)

Young nigga with it (with it), I really came up drillin' (brrt)
Brought our opps' bitches (bitches), fuck, everyone came up missin' (fuck)
Got that extension (yeah), get that young nigga, he trippin' (Doe Beezy)
Chops they shoot, make 'em back up (brrt), social distance (oh really?!)
Masked up, ridin' through the trenches (grr)
Fake like they ballin' but really rock benches
Hop in the Bentley and whip it (skrrt!)
How can I not slide? Niggas' bitches (mwah)
Young Doe Beezy be drippin' (Doe Beezy), wonder how I'm fuckin' her instantly
He come too close and I'm blickin' (brrt), I need social distance please (boom!)

You don't want war, we wicked (wicked)
Bet I'ma hit it, I pick it (yeah)
Fuck all this cash, I'ma spend it (spend it)
Run up a million, I'll split it (Freebandz)
I really came from rags to riches (yeah)
Now all these bitches want come tryna kick it (mwah)
I got the dick and it hang out the blicky (brr)
And that bitch tucked in my muhfuckin' Dickies (oh really?)
I need social distance, give me six feet (give me six feet)
Don't come too close, that's risky, might end up six feet (fool)
How he tote that big ass gun and he not even six feet? (Doe Beezy)
Forty knocked all ten feet, dug his grave, you dig me? (Brrt)
Nigga run up on this shit, bet he won't get shit from me (brrt-brrt)
Jealous got his top off, 'cause he wishes he was me (brrt-brrt)
Ridin' 'round in that Lambo truck (skrrt-skrrt), a hunnid clips on that seat (brrt-brrt)
I'ma stepper, he stood up, now that bitch on his knees (fool)

Young nigga with it (with it), I really came up drillin' (brrt)
Brought our opps' bitches (bitches), fuck, everyone came up missin' (fuck)
Got that extension (yeah), get that young nigga, he trippin' (Doe Beezy)
Chops they shoot, make 'em back up (brrt), social distance (oh really?!)
Masked up, ridin' through the trenches (grr)
Fake like they ballin' but really rock benches
Hop in the Bentley and whip it (skrrt!)
How can I not slide? Niggas' bitches (mwah)
Young Doe Beezy be drippin' (Doe Beezy), wonder how I'm fuckin' her instantly
He come too close and I'm blickin' (brrt), I need social distance please (boom!)

Yeah, bang-bang
Yeah, lil' nigga bang-bang
Yeah, bang-bang
Yeah, lil' nigga bang-bang
Let's go
Oh really?!