Yeah, nigga, we really do this shit, everything we say we gonna do, we really do it
Do a check on that bitch
Oh, everything, nigga, we really sick, man, I need a check up, you ho -ass nigga
Send them packs out of town, yeah, I do it
Mix the syrup with the Sprite, yeah, I do it
Wake up, bust some jugs, yeah, I do it
Yeah, I do it
It's a 30 -hour party, yeah, I do it
Sellin' cigs out the P's, yeah, I do it
Smokin' weed, countin' cheese, yeah, I do it
Yeah, I do it
Yeah, I do it
Sendin' packs cross -country, yeah, I do it
And lil' bands runnin' through it, yeah, I do it
Talk dollar, speak a holla, cause I do it
All I know is do it
Nike got checked
Nigga to the next, gettin' hit by my ex
Yeah, I'm a fly star, but I never been on TV
Never made a CD, I'm a pro, you a peewee
Put presidential pinky way more than your chain
I don't twerk, but I fuck shit, bang
Long range gang
Pop your ass like a clutch, could you do that there?
I need two bad bitches, make me bust no fair
I pull a hair on bitches, turn good ones out
What I do, blow racks and nuts in her mouth
What I do, send packs, nothing more out the mouth
Just for thinkin' I'm a lick, then I'm hearin' you out
Sendin' packs outta town, yeah, I do it
Mix the syrup with the Sprite, yeah, I do it
Wake up, bust some drugs, yeah, I do it
Yeah, I do it
It's a 30 -hour party, yeah, I do it
Sellin' cigs out the P's, yeah, I do it
Smokin' weed, countin' cheese, yeah, I do it
Yeah, I do it
Gettin' head count cheese, rosé with the lean
30 with the lemon squeeze, yeah, I do it
Rob your ass for them bands, make you come up out them jeans
And a bitch up in my jeans, yeah, I do it
All my niggas fed up, broke niggas better get your bread up
Talkin' bout them guns, you get wet up
Whole niggas shut up, had a bitch slide through, get set up
Got some young niggas, what they check up?
All you niggas sick, think y 'all need to go get a check up
But had your main bitch slide through and get her neck up
Treat that bitch bad, never wanna sock her rest up
Before she clock out, she leave that money on the dresser
Gettin' them stacks out of town, yeah, I do it
Mix the soil with the Sprite, yeah, I do it
Wake up, got some drugs, yeah, I do it
Yeah, I do it
It's a 30 -hour party, yeah, I do it
Sellin' cigs out the P's, yeah, I do it
Smokin' weed, countin' cheese, yeah, I do it
Yeah, I do it
Got the punk white polo with my all -white shoes
And my all -white shoes, I'ma do it
I'm a fly young nigga with a D -Boy swag
And a pocket full of cash, yeah, I do it
Feelin' like a brick, fly nigga, go ask your bitch
Young nigga tryin' to get rich
Sippin' out the brick, smokin' out the P
Ridin' in some shit that you ain't seen in the streets
Hold on a break, push to start, I don't need a key
Hustle hard, ain't shit free, re -up every week
Cop money, 25 piece, send the shit all overseas
Pack hella loud, smell it from my mouth, no cease
My big brother Tuck got peace, money's on freeze
Keep a bad bitch on her knees
If it ain't about money, then it ain't about me
Send them packs out of town, yeah, I do it
Mix the syrup with the Sprite, yeah, I do it
Wake up, bust some drugs, yeah, I do it
Yeah, I do it
Put the 30 on the 40, yeah, I do it
Sellin' cigs out the P's, yeah, I do it
Smokin' weed, countin' cheese, yeah, I do it
Yeah, I do it
