Do It Myself

Shit, we hard, yeah
Yoga Flame

I had to do it myself
Niggas switch up, never needed they help
Niggas talk shit, I'll just give em the belt
Niggas my sons, so I keep em in check
Woah
Watch who you talking to
Watch who you mention
Knock yo teeth out, you need a dentist
Imma lay back, and smoke this lettuce
This bitch love me, she got a fetish
Took a nigga bitch, now he embarrassed
Hit it from the back, like I'm playing tennis
Cooking in the lab, call me a chemist
Owning this shit, you just a tenant
I got way too many bitches nigga, I just need a census
Get that fuckin' money nigga, then you know imma spend it
I got the bag on me
I got these racks on me
I'm always dripped out, nigga catch me in that Versace
She feeling all up on me, she just wet like a tsunami
Pass it to M80, cause you know that nigga too saucy

Uh, I had to do it myself
I'm making bands, I ain't sharing the wealth
Wearing all black, I ain't going for stealth
If you ain't about dollas, bitch go somewhere else
These corny ass niggas stay running they jaw
Fighting with me got them sipping through straws
Been at it for years, and I ain't had a flaw
I'm 21 bitch im breaking the law
These niggas is frauds, fuck what you thought
Moving in silence, you don't see what I bought
All about treys, bitch I ball like a hawk
But flip that shit over cause I'm at the top
Only talk heat, but my neck got the frost
Got my gold jacket like I'm randy moss
Bitch I'm in stone, and you written with chalk
And you know I got drip, so I'm washing you off

Prodigy and Shad
I ain't even do this by myself though, let's be honest here



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Writer(s): Jamal Gaines
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