Dook lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Bih', yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
All this money on me make me wanna poop
Pull up to yo' crib in that Bentley coupe
Hit the studio just to take a dook
Run up to the streets with that Fruit Loop
Pull up to yo' block, to yo' f*ckin' trap
Run up with the stack, with the f*ckin' crap
Gettin' f*ckin' bread, gettin' f*ckin' bands
Pull up on yo' mans like I'm Peter Pan
f*ckin' on yo' b*tch, f*ckin on yo' thot
Smokin' f*ckin' rock, smokin' f*ckin' crack
Pull up in the back with a f*ckin' strap
Run up to yo' trap, b*tch I'm f*ckin' back
Pull up with the beat, with the f*ckin' beat
Blicky on my hip, blicky on my sh*t
Sticky on my side, sticky on my crip
b*tch, I'm a crip, I'm a f*ckin' crip

[Outro]
Pull up to yo' crib make me wanna poop
All this f*ckin' bread make me wanna poop
Pull up to the studio to take a dook
Hoppin' out the Bentley coupe