Doe Boy ft. G Herbo - SET IT OFF Lyrics

(What's happenin' Chi Chi?)
Rubberband Money Gang, nigga (FOREVEROLLING)
We don't got no limit where gon' take that shit, nigga
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga
Fuck, it's up
Yeah, niggas hoes
It's stuck all the way
These niggas hoes, let's go (uh, ayy)

Bizzle told me set it off, you already know (what up?)
Got my Glock in, I'll let it off, you already know (what up?)
Ain't gon' let nobody play with me, y'all niggas hoes (baow)
If you talkin' street shit on the 'net, y'all niggas told (shut up, boom)
Pop up in your city, hit the club rockin' all rose
I like puttin' a lot of ice on 'cause my heart cold (ayy)
And G Herbo keep that heat on, but my heart cold (heart cold)
Stomach full but I'll eat y'all, 'cause my heart cold (oh really?) (You know that)

Tried to keep it a secret, why you tell the world we beefin'? (Pussy)
Told 'em everything but forget to tell 'em the real reason (fool)
What's-his-name killed your mans, yeah, you know he a real demon
Stood over, I'm still squeezin', demon, glizzy still preachin' though (think I'm playin'?)
That's just how we talk to niggas, we don't give no speeches, uh
Is you really gon' shoot it, I don't give a fuck if you keep it, ho
Blicky got a beam and scope, up on the opps, but who keepin' score?
Bullets hit his body, his insides look like pizza rolls (oh really?)

Ayy, no bap, we gon' get him gone (let's go)
We just need his lo'
Hit my OG on the phone (hello)
Tell her bring my pole (ayy, let's go)
Did a hit, I ain't talkin' song (shh)
They don't even know
Lil' bro act like
Say he want his soul
I was trappin', both my parents home, I just wanted clothes
Burner tried to pay me for a verse but I just wanted bows
If a nigga livin' what he rappin' 'bout, I'm one of those
Pull a trigger, hit his face, his family want his coffin closed

Uh, his family want his coffin closed (Doe Beezy)
Old nigga sneak dissin', how the fuck you dissin' and wearin' my clothes? (oh really?)
Mwah, come here baby, share my hoes but I won't share my pole
Ricky Owens on, you better not step on my toes (fool)
Said he outside, but he ain't been seen lately (pussy)
She said she for me, nah, you for the team, baby (come here, baby)
Feel like I'm gettin' washed up, ain't made a nigga bleed lately
Your lil' brother wanna play hardball, get dead like G Baby, uh (oh really) (on foe'nem)
I'm with the shits, play, you gon' learn
Me and Herb arguin' who gon' kill 'em, hold on Swerve, wait your turn (baow, baow, baow, baow)

Damn, drunk-ass bitch
let me shoot the nigga in his face, fuck him
You a ho, huh, uh (ya dig?)

Fuck it then, let's over-do 'em, we could both do 'em (fuck 'em)
It don't count unless you run up on 'em, get up close to 'em (fuck 'em)
I'm that nigga, I'm a boss now, got too much influence
I could easily have my cousins do 'em, have my brother do 'em
When I was in traffic, it was crackin' then, it was a bunch of shooters
You ain't gang gang, you couldn't hang with us, we was like fuck recruitin'
When that rain came, here to maintain, and I changed lanes, let my chains hang
Went through real pain, you a pussy boy, we ain't the same thing

On foe'nem (gang, gang, gang-gang
Uh, we ain't like y'all, we don't like y'all
Yeah, on foe'nem, keep playin', pussy
Swerve, big Swerve
Oh really, big oh really