Dougie B Lyrics, Meaning & Videos

Like-likePistol bullets, they makin' them hopDon't wanna box, bullets makin' them drop (every opp shot)Like, EBK, DOAs in the spotIf he movin' slimey, we wipin' his snot DOA here, let me know if you slidin'Why you cappin'? Why you lyin'?I'ma shoot if niggas got me boxin'That .40 on me, ain't no time for no boxin'Gotta

Dealership
Dougie B Lyrics


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Like-like
Pistol bullets, they makin' them hop
Don't wanna box, bullets makin' them drop (every opp shot)
Like, EBK, DOAs in the spot
If he movin' slimey, we wipin' his snot

Pop a yellow, I beat up the box
She spot a Flock, now she greetin' the block
Ain't no switchin', I swear it's no other
Kay-Kay Jackie, I'm movin' like Tucker
Baddie she shakin', no, I cannot love her (shake that shit)
Fell in love with her, I'm shootin' it under
Notti gon' flock 'em, he don't need a number (like)
Think they buggin' but we goin' dumber (grrah-grrah)
Oh, she givin' them niggas the drop?
It's time to line him, we linkin' or not? (Like)
Think we fuckin' but she gettin' shot
B-Bullets is punchin', they knockin' her box
I call Gotti for Addys and thots
Scottie2Hottie, he clearin' the spot
We get muddy, we don't do Cîroc
Shawty she limpin' off the patty bop
I'm the Flocka promotin' the violence
Rappin' and slidin', I don't do the hidin'

DOA here, let me know if you slidin'
Why you cappin'? Why you lyin'?
I'ma shoot if niggas got me boxin'
That .40 on me, ain't no time for no boxin'
Gotta be careful 'cause niggas be watchin'
Get out the hood, you ain't got a option
Fuck a choice, that's a must
All my opps broke, they ain't gettin' no gust
DOA winnin', runnin' it up
Opps mad, 'cause them niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us, like
DOA in the spot and we stickin' it up
Every opp gettin' shot 'cause we don't give a fuck
Ready to blitz, where the opps at?
If I pass it to Kay, he gon' flock that
Niggas dissin', never got back
I wanna know when y'all niggas gon' stop that
Get me a knocker, you won't get your knock back
You not the type of nigga that's gon' flock that
Ayo, Flock, they pussy
Ayo, Dougie, they rookie
Kenzo on sight, dare a nigga book me
I be crippin' like a nigga tookie
Don't you push me, if a opp in the spot
Then I'm breakin' him up like a cookie
Been on that shit, give a fuck what you heard
I get paid like the first, second and the third
Jackin' fours, we doin' you dirt'
See the fifth, she liftin' her skirt
I'm on SixSev', where the Percs?
Bend through the eight and I'm goin' berserk
I got nine in the clip, one in the head
Ten bullets leave 'em hurt
I don't care what you did 'cause we did it first
Bend through the Well, I'm makin' a shirt
Now they askin', "Why somebody hurt?"
Talk on bro, now you dead in the dirt
Rappin' and drillin', we do this for real
I can get niggas popped like a pill
In the field, it get real, bald head kid, look like lil' bill
Spinnin' them blocks and takin' them deals
Now that nigga smokin' and poppin' them pills
Totin' Sally, you a liar
Bad lil' bitch name, "Whitney", fire
Still got it, she ain't never expire
Ready-set-go, fire
Now everything dead, suck my dick, I don't care what you said
And I know you mad, you got hit in ya' head
And you never got back, need to go take a rest
Nigga pussy, on the set
If I want you dead, I'm aimin' for heads
This knock gon' rock 'em, put 'em to bed
Ya' opps in the box, take it to the head
Lotta niggas want me dead
For a bag, go get you some bread
These niggas be hatin' on some shit that I had
And that's how I know these niggas never had
I got off my ass then got me a bag
Mommy ain't buy me none of this shit
I was on the road, countin' chips
I ain't broke, I ain't rich
No nine-tofive in this bitch, got thirty rounds in this clip
Call up Kenzo, I'm ready to blitz
Slide on the opps, I pray I don't miss, grrah
Don't run, don't fall, don't trip, don't slip
I'ma hop out the car, throwin' like six
He jackin' OY, I'ma do him like Mitch
I'ma flock, won't stop 'til I see a nigga body drop

Oppy, ya' man in the spot
He throw up a O, then we wipin' his snot (grrah-grrah, boom)


Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Dougie B's song Dealership are about gang activity and violence. The rapper talks about using guns and bullets to harm his enemies, or "opps". He uses slang and code language to describe the violence and also brags about his gang's success in the violence. Dougie B mentions several people in his song, including Kay-Kay Jackie, Scottie2Hottie, and Notti. He also talks about being careful because people are watching and reiterates that there is no time for boxing, only shooting. He talks about being ready to attack at a moment's notice and also encourages his fellow gang members to be violent.


Line by Line Meaning

Like-like
Similar to


Pistol bullets, they makin' them hop
Gunshots causing people to jump


Don't wanna box, bullets makin' them drop (every opp shot)
Don't want to fight, bullets causing people to fall (every rival shot)


Like, EBK, DOAs in the spot
We are here with EBK (Every Body Killer), DOAs (Dead On Arrival)


If he movin' slimey, we wipin' his snot
If he's acting shady, we're dealing with it


Pop a yellow, I beat up the box
Take a pill, I have sex


She spot a Flock, now she greetin' the block
She sees a gang member, now she's embracing the neighborhood


Ain't no switchin', I swear it's no other
No changing sides, I promise it's only us


Kay-Kay Jackie, I'm movin' like Tucker
Kay-Kay Jackie, I'm moving sneakily


Baddie she shakin', no, I cannot love her (shake that shit)
Attractive woman dancing, no, I cannot fall in love with her (dance provocatively)


Fell in love with her, I'm shootin' it under
Developed strong feelings for her, I'm dealing with it secretly


Notti gon' flock 'em, he don't need a number (like)
Notti will attack them without hesitation (similar to)


Think they buggin' but we goin' dumber (grrah-grrah)
They think they're causing problems, but we're becoming more reckless (gunshot sound)


Oh, she givin' them niggas the drop?
Oh, is she revealing information about them?


It's time to line him, we linkin' or not? (like)
It's time to target him, are we cooperating or not? (similar to)


Think we fuckin' but she gettin' shot
They think we're having sex, but she's getting hurt


B-Bullets is punchin', they knockin' her box
Bullets are hitting her hard, causing damage


I call Gotti for Addys and thots
I contact Gotti for Addys (Adderall) and promiscuous women


Scottie2Hottie, he clearin' the spot
Scottie2Hottie, he's removing the competition


We get muddy, we don't do Cîroc
We become intoxicated, we don't drink Cîroc vodka


Shawty she limpin' off the patty bop
The girl is dancing with a limp


I'm the Flocka promotin' the violence
I represent the gang and encourage violence


Rappin' and slidin', I don't do the hidin'
Rapping and engaging in criminal activities openly, I don't hide


DOA here, let me know if you slidin'
DOA (Dead On Arrival) is here, inform me if you're ready for action


Why you cappin'? Why you lyin'?
Why are you lying? Why are you faking?


I'ma shoot if niggas got me boxin'
I will shoot if people make me fight


That .40 on me, ain't no time for no boxin'
I have a .40 caliber gun, no time for fighting


Gotta be careful 'cause niggas be watchin'
I need to be cautious because people are observing


Get out the hood, you ain't got a option
Escape the neighborhood, you don't have a choice


Fuck a choice, that's a must
Forget about options, it's necessary


All my opps broke, they ain't gettin' no gust
All my rivals are broke, they're not successful


DOA winnin', runnin' it up
DOA (Dead On Arrival) is winning, becoming more successful


Opps mad, 'cause them niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us, like
Rivals are angry because they can't compete with us, similar to


DOA in the spot and we stickin' it up
DOA (Dead On Arrival) is present and causing chaos


Every opp gettin' shot 'cause we don't give a fuck
Every rival is getting shot because we don't care


Ready to blitz, where the opps at?
Ready to attack, where are the rivals?


If I pass it to Kay, he gon' flock that
If I pass it to Kay, he will blend into the crowd


Niggas dissin', never got back
People are criticizing, but didn't retaliate


I wanna know when y'all niggas gon' stop that
I want to know when you guys will cease


Get me a knocker, you won't get your knock back
Get me a gun, you won't get your retaliation


You not the type of nigga that's gon' flock that
You're not the kind of person who will retaliate


Ayo, Flock, they pussy
Hey, Flock, they're weak


Ayo, Dougie, they rookie
Hey, Dougie, they're inexperienced


Kenzo on sight, dare a nigga book me
Kenzo is ready to act aggressively, challenge someone to fight


I be crippin' like a nigga tookie
I'm representing my set like a gang member


Don't you push me, if a opp in the spot
Don't provoke me if a rival is present


Then I'm breakin' him up like a cookie
Then I'm attacking him and causing harm


Been on that shit, give a fuck what you heard
I've been involved in that lifestyle, don't care about rumors


I get paid like the first, second and the third
I earn money consistently


Jackin' fours, we doin' you dirt'
Robbing people, we're harming you


See the fifth, she liftin' her skirt
Pointing a gun, she's ready to act violently


I'm on SixSev', where the Percs?
I'm on SixSev' (67th street), where are the Percs? (Percocet pills)


Bend through the eight and I'm goin' berserk
Going through the 8th street and losing control


I got nine in the clip, one in the head
I have nine bullets in the magazine, one in the chamber


Ten bullets leave 'em hurt
Ten bullets cause them harm


I don't care what you did 'cause we did it first
I don't care what you've done because we did it before you


Bend through the Well, I'm makin' a shirt
Going through the Well (neighborhood), I'm promoting the violence


Now they askin', "Why somebody hurt?"
Now they're wondering, "Why did someone get hurt?"


Talk on bro, now you dead in the dirt
Speak negatively about my friend, now you're dead


Rappin' and drillin', we do this for real
Being involved in street activities and making music, we're authentic


I can get niggas popped like a pill
I can cause harm to people like a pill


In the field, it get real, bald head kid, look like lil' bill
In the dangerous neighborhood, it becomes serious, a young guy with a bald head, resembling the character Lil' Bill


Spinnin' them blocks and takin' them deals
Patrolling the neighborhood and engaging in criminal transactions


Now that nigga smokin' and poppin' them pills
Now that guy is smoking drugs and taking pills


Totin' Sally, you a liar
Carrying a gun, you're a liar


Bad lil' bitch name, "Whitney", fire
Attractive girl named "Whitney", she's exceptional


Still got it, she ain't never expire
Still desirable, she never loses appeal


Ready-set-go, fire
Ready to start, fire


Now everything dead, suck my dick, I don't care what you said
Now everything is defeated, disrespect me, I don't care about your words


And I know you mad, you got hit in ya' head
And I know you're angry, you got shot in the head


And you never got back, need to go take a rest
And you never retaliated, you need to take a break


Nigga pussy, on the set
Guy is weak, in this crew


If I want you dead, I'm aimin' for heads
If I want you dead, I'm targeting your head


This knock gon' rock 'em, put 'em to bed
This hit will affect them severely, put them to rest


Ya' opps in the box, take it to the head
Your rivals are defeated, accept the defeat


Lotta niggas want me dead
Many people want to kill me


For a bag, go get you some bread
For a large sum of money, go earn some cash


These niggas be hatin' on some shit that I had
These guys envy what I possess


And that's how I know these niggas never had
And that's how I know these guys never had anything


I got off my ass then got me a bag
I worked hard and earned a lot of money


Mommy ain't buy me none of this shit
My mother didn't buy me any of these things


I was on the road, countin' chips
I was on the streets, making money


I ain't broke, I ain't rich
I'm not poor, I'm not wealthy


No nine-tofive in this bitch, got thirty rounds in this clip
No regular job in this lifestyle, I have thirty bullets in this magazine


Call up Kenzo, I'm ready to blitz
Call Kenzo, I'm ready to attack aggressively


Slide on the opps, I pray I don't miss, grrah
Sneak up on rivals, I hope my shots don't miss, gunshot sound


Don't run, don't fall, don't trip, don't slip
Don't run away, don't stumble, don't trip, don't lose your footing


I'ma hop out the car, throwin' like six
I will jump out of the car, shooting rapidly


He jackin' OY, I'ma do him like Mitch
He's stealing from us, I will treat him like Mitch


I'ma flock, won't stop 'til I see a nigga body drop
I will retaliate, won't stop until I witness a person's death


Oppy, ya' man in the spot
Opponent, your friend is present


He throw up a O, then we wipin' his snot (grrah-grrah, boom)
He represents a gang, then we're dealing with him (gunshot sound)


Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Arion Howard, Dinitri Kischon Brown, Jaylen Jackson, Kevin Perez, Sammy Lewis Diaz

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