What It Do?

Hunnid in the dice game run if you can't hang
We come from dirty cities where muhfuckas don't play
Where ya homies talk just to get a lighter sentence
Budgin wit 12 just to get the lower leverage
Hustling just to get right new whip feelin fly
Drinking while I'm steering hoping BM ain't trippin
Dark liquor in my cup is what I'm sippin so all I see is bad decisions, check check
Youngins get ya weight up ya Bitch was a lay up
We come up we stay up you bitches all washed up
You lost up we laced up we sauced up you lost up
You lost hope you get smoked you turn down we turn up
Tattoos of my life written all on me
Selling drugs as a kid til momma caught me
Stay strapped case they wanna test me
Slide through the 90304 my hood, I ain't no mystery

Ayyy
What it do what it dooooo
What it do what it dooooo
What it do what it do what it doooo
What it do what it do what it doooo
What it do what it dooooo
Ayyy

Yeah we spitting that muthafuckin west coast shit from the 323 down to the 310
From the 90012 down to the 90304
Ray Dawg
Peter Kings baby

Ayyy
What it do what it do what it do
Don't assume that you know my muthafucking next move
I been up all night lately is my mind going crazy
Standing on the damn Main Street
Ounced up not a maybe
Got a couple bad bitches that keep tryna have my baby
Got a couple muthafuckas who just to love to fucking hate me
It's amazing how I never ever let them bitches phase me
Got my team wit me homies they be lean sippin
Got the green wit me everybody green flipping
Paranoia got me trippin Louisville slugger grippin
Heard a muhfucka snitchin so we going on a mission
Ima visionary ready for some combat
Ready for anybody who really fucking want that
Ima visionary ready for some combat
West coast stitched on the muthafucking Sox hat

What it do what it do what it do
What it do what it do what it do what it do
What it do what it do, west coast stitched on the muthafuckin Sox hat biiiiitch



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Writer(s): Peter Kings
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