do re mi

Do, re, mi, fa, so
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ha, yeah (ohh) It's Gucci
Do, re, mi, fa, so
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, if I could go back to the day we met
I probably would just stay in bed
You run your mouth all over town
And this one goes out to the sound
Of breakin' glass on my Range Rover
Pay me back, or bitch, it's over
All the presents I would send
Fuck my friends behind my shoulder
Next time, I'ma stay asleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh

And you got me thinkin' lately
Bitch, you crazy
And nothin's ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya

It go like do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl
So fuckin' done with all the games you play
I ain't no Tic-Tac-Toe
Send the X and O's on another note
I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl
So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost

(Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Ha) Ha, it's Guwop (wassup) (ohh)
Yeah, do, re, mi, baby, don't play me (Ha)
I'm a black beatle like Jim and Swae Lee (Jimmy)
Screamin' "Fuck 12" in my brand new V
Just bought a timepiece for my new dime piece
When I'm ballin', don't stall it, put your all in
Stop talkin', gotta crawl in 'fore you walkin'
On the weekend, spendin' front end and the back end
Booty so big, got me thinkin' 'bout a lap dance (damn)
Dealin' with these bitches like, "Damn, what happened?"
New thang, new frame, new eyelashes
Brand new swag, wearin' brand new fashion
That's what you get for doin' all that cappin'
Blackbear with me and we in the state trappin'
This'll make a old legend start back rappin'
This'll make an ex-con start back trappin'
I'ma beat it up like my name Joe Jackson (It's Gucci)

Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl
So fuckin' done with all the games you play
I ain't no Tic-Tac-Toe
Send the X and O's on another note
I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl
So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohh)

If I could go back to the day we met
I probably would've stayed in bed
You wake up everyday and make me feel like I'm incompetent
Designer shoes and Xanax tabs
Compliments your make-up bag
You never had to buy yourself a drink
'Cause everybody want to tap that ass sometime

And you got me thinkin' lately
Bitch, you crazy
And nothin's ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya

It go like do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl
So fuckin' done with all the games you play
I ain't no Tic-Tac-Toe
Send the X and O's on another note
I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl
So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(So send the X and O's on another note, I'm)
Do, re, mi, fa, so
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost



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Writer(s): Matthew Tyler Musto, Andrew Maxwell Goldstein
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