Doin Numbers lyrics

[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
Real smoke, don't upload that I'm comin' (Ayo, X9)
I got B's in Bompton, f*ckin' a Piru b*tch, she gon' say what she promised (Woo)
They play my sh*t in London, Gumbo P's shaped like pumpkins
You'll die if I put them loads on you
Gumbo for ten a gram, shaped liked onions (Big nuggets)

[Verse 2: Zillonaire Doe]
When it come to that bag, I do backflips
South Dallas n*gga, ask Big T, get love in the Cliff
Hoop sh*t ain't work, I wanna be like Meech
Took that trip by myself, but everybody eat
Hundred-forty stacks for the whip, bought it 'fore I popped
I'm on Malcolm X, Foxes with me like two hundred shots
Everybody waitin' on Doe to drop like when dope drop
n*gga, you can go and ask the streets, got this sh*t on lock

[Verse 3: Montana 700]
Look, I can go flat today, just leave me with a scalе
Face card golden, n*gga know I got the cliеntele
TSA trippin', so I sent 'em through the mail
Me and Beezy in the trenches makin' drug sales
Before I leave this sh*t alone, I'ma make a ticket
Still shoeboxin' all the money, make me stay consistent
Blow a n*gga life today, I can't take it with me
Knowin' this n*gga really half a hundred, so I paid him in fifties
[Verse 4: YTB Fatt]
I'm on Avalon where Zai died, the V 'Lac go two-twenty
They constantly askin' 'bout Cody, first day out, I gave him a Fox chain and a fifty (My brother)
Fatt Fox rookie of the year, I was eight months in, I was chillin' with Diddy
I can't tell you 'bout none of them rumors, try that gay sh*t with me, I'ma bust your biscuit (Bah)
V 'Lac two-twenty (What else?), Lam' truck two-fifty
If I ain't got shows, I'm makin' a shipment
Mama Fox said, "Boy, you did it"

[Verse 5: Zillonaire Doe]
Cool n*gga, ask Mel or K, I still get busy
I just touched down with them packs, I'm in Queen City
We'll buy they whole farm, I'm with Baby Pound
Growers callin' growers to fill this order, guess ain't sh*t around
If you ain't got at least a thousand, ain't no need to do no business
Five hundred what I stashed in eight months, Mack a livin' witness
n*gga, every time I hop out, Louis monogram
In and out the trap, all you do is scroll on Instagram
Lil' Doe from the hood done grew up, but I'm the same n*gga
Got the Asian dope good, numbers low, make the Z bigger

[Verse 6: Montana 700]
Thousand bags later, we been gettin' it on
I'ma do numbers with or without a microphone
Gotta do a hundred first before I change this phone
Ninety days in the trap, why would I take a loan?