Bald Head Rich Nigga (BHRN) - Doodie Lo

Ayy, nigga, ayy, nigga, ayy
Big Doodie Lo, big Doodie Lo, nigga, ayy
Big Doodie Lo
(Ayy, pull up, Lam) Ayy

I'm a lit nigga, bald head, rich nigga, you's a bitch, nigga (Bitch, nigga)
Ten K on the fit, nigga (Fit, nigga), I got them bricks, nigga (Bricks, nigga)
I'm a rapper, but I'll still hit a lick, nigga (Hit a lick, nigga)
Body bag a nigga, all you hear is zip, nigga (Zip, nigga)
You could call it Jesse White how we flip niggas (How we flip niggas)
And my pockets full of blues like my Crip niggas (My Crip shits)
Run in your house and take your shit like I'm the Grinch, nigga (Grinch, nigga)
Not gon' argue 'bout not bitch, I ain't no simp, nigga (Simp, nigga)

I put my city on my back, I got my clique with me
That nigga tweakin' on the 'net, foenem gon' get busy
You love that bitch, that bitch a rat, she fucked 'bout six cities (Damn, damn)
You bought her big titties (Big titties)
I bought like ten switches
Just killed 'bout six niggas ('Bout six niggas)
My killers still spinnin'
Took a loss, I'm still winnin'
Spent a M, I'm still spendin'
Drunk a pint, I'm a real gremlin
These hoes can't deal with me
If we ain't fuckin', can't chill with me
Stupid-ass bitch

I'm a lit nigga, bald head, rich nigga, you's a bitch, nigga (Bitch, nigga)
Ten K on the fit, nigga (Fit, nigga), I got them bricks, nigga (Bricks, nigga)
I'm a rapper, but I'll still hit a lick, nigga (Hit a lick, nigga)
Body bag a nigga, all you hear is zip, nigga (Zip, nigga)
You could call it Jesse White how we flip niggas (How we flip niggas)
And my pockets full of blues like my Crip niggas (My Crip shits)
Run in your house and take your shit like I'm the Grinch, nigga (Grinch, nigga)
Not gon' argue 'bout not bitch, I ain't no simp, nigga

I'm big Lo (Big Lo), just drop lo', you want smoke, we at your front door (We at your front door)
No backdoor, that's fact, bro, this ain't no cap, though (This ain't no bap, bro)
Finesse her, my fat ho, she gettin' tax broke (Tax broke)
She breakin' bread, she keep me fed, I'm gettin' fat, though
Finessin', I been runnin' up a check (I'm runnin' up a check)
Audemars with Patek ('Tek), I'ma pop it 'til my death
I'ma drop him for respect (Respect), don't be playin' with a Vec' (Rrr)
We be sprayin', makin' a mess (Frr)
And when you aim it, hit that chest, nigga
He wish he had the vest on (Vest on)
They tired of gettin' stepped on (Tired of gettin' stepped on)
Remember I was slept on, went to war with the best of 'em (Bitch)
Treat these niggas like my step-sons (Like my step-sons, nigga)
They play with me, I put a check on 'em, bitch (Gang, gang, gang)

I'm a lit nigga (Lit), bald head, rich nigga (Bald head, rich nigga), you's a bitch, nigga (Bitch, nigga)
Ten K on the fit, nigga (Fit), I got them bricks, nigga (I got them bricks, nigga)
I'm a rapper, but I'll still hit a lick, nigga (I'll hit a lick, nigga)
Body bag a nigga, all you hear is zip, nigga (Zip, nigga)
You could call it Jesse White how we flip niggas (How we flip niggas)
And my pockets full of blues like my Crip niggas (My Crip shits)
Run in your house and take your shit like I'm the Grinch, nigga (Grinch, nigga)
Not gon' argue 'bout not bitch, I ain't no simp, nigga (Simp, nigga)

Big Doodie Lo, big Doodie Lo (Phew, phew)
Big Doodie Lo, big Doodie Lo, big Doodie Lo, nigga (Phew, phew, phew)
Run in your house, take your shit, nigga
Free all the guys, bitch