Doin' Sum (feat. SAG Taylor)

These niggas ain't doin nun
These niggas ain't doin nun
Talk to em Boo

Now he thank he doin some
Lately I been doin me
She thank that I been sellin dreams
Really I was sellin weed.
Thankin I was lowkey
fucked around and caught a pending felony
These niggas want me dead,
I should've knew that shit was jealousy
Can't listen what you tellin me
I'm focus on my celery
She told me that I was a dog
I shouldn't have ate that pedigree
I know these scared of me
I'm destined like I'm Kelly, B
I want you to just hold me down
While I make a better me...
I thought you was for me,
I kept it street, I kept it G
I'm deep off in the streets,
I got my strap I got my heat
You know I'm Doin Som
I spent a ticket on my piece
You know I'm doin wrong
I'm just hoping you don't leave
You shouldn't have went thru my phone
and seen her naked on her knees
Can't put yo name up in no song
but you that woman that I need
Maserati top speed, I'm servin the youngin Gs
how im Smelling like a lemon
while holding the lemon squeeze
Yeaaa

Came in went them racks
and now he thank he doin som
Came in wit the strap incase
you thought that you was doin som
Ex bitch see me she be asking
Boo how you been doin hun?
You really did a number on me
life been treating you good huh???

Cocky as I wanna be
I'm posted in your hood huh
Came in with them racks on him
and now he thank he doin som
I can put you on
I'm tryna see what niggas doin huh
But every time I pull up on em
they ain't never doin nun

Busy is an understatement
20 calls I had to missed
a 100 serves I still ain't did.
Stay dangerous but we still at risk.
Lately it's been crazy
I work harder than I get to spend
My nigga taught me how to pick the lock
if they don't let me in

Truly is a method to madness keep an open
Straddle on this fence or stomp the yard we gon open fie
Distributin cherry pie
Patty all I need is bales

They gon help you drink the water dry
but they don't help you clean the well
But fuck if you love me,
just stay down but you want judge me
I went and showed all this love
for you to post and be like fuck me

i know they want but you can't hush me
I'm Like KD how I'm walkin pass, won't let em brush me

Don't It seem they want the most
say so and wasn't even there
I got into it with ya boy, he made hisself disappear
The day we meet your folks
will probably cry a hundred somethin tears
I keep on thankin how I got here that shit gimmie chills
Just bought a studio and aint even done puttin up the lights
Like who the hell would thank I started wit a rock band mic

Came in went them racks on em
and now he thank he doin som
Came in wit the strap
incase you thought that you was doin som
Ex bitch see me she be asking
Boo how you been doin hun?
You really did a number on me
life been treating you good huh???

Cocky as I wanna be
I'm posted in your hood huh
Came in with them racks on him
and now he thank he doin som
I can put you on I'm tryna see what niggas doin huh
But every time I pull up on em, they ain't never doin nun



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Writer(s): X'zaveon Dickson
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