Do What I Do

You know what the fuck going on
نحنا لكبار و يلي ضدنا لزغار
شو لكان
What
Tally tally tally tally tally tally tally bandz
Ha
Sinbad

Caught me a lick I brought out the choppa
Packing the heat got smoke like a rosta
King of the jungle they call me Mufasa
My opps are hyenas n I am a monster
Meet with the plug got steak n the lobster
You bitches lil runners n I am a mobster
I want the smoke we sparking yo brother
For an example go dig up yo patna
They don't want beef I'm just being honest
Run up on me I'mma hit you regardless
Aim at yo chest leave yo ass heartless
Brand new whip went straight put tints on
Real trap god made a bag off a flip phone
Big 45 he got hit with the 2 tone
Up in the Bentley pull up in the coupe
30 like curry but I do not hoop
Kickin yo face with this Timbaland boot
All of us hittas we ready to shoot

Swerve in the Benz bro blastin the gat
Ride in the Cadi but I never lack
When we come we bring them sticks
We catch an opp we dump them clips
Come find out if I'm with shits
223s make them do front flips

Sinbad slide up the Mac on you
Plushed out suite with a pool side view
Double cup on me 2 times 2
Sunset cool finna lose my roof
Got a couple hoes down to come to my room
Fuck boy ain't tryin to do what I do
Wasn't all that
Only hit her once
Told her I ain't down with the deja vu

I grew up juggin' n crashin' the foreigns
She at my trap house she probably whorein
Niggas call me with no money that's corny
I'm cookin' crack up in my laboratory
This ain't no tussin' this high tec bitch
Straight out the jungle we came with the sticks
Niggas all lame can't kick it like this
Huh
Heard a fuck nigga was talking shit
Chop with a kick
Take out all of yo ribs
Oh
I got the coke fo yo nose
Can't tell what's ringin a couple of phones
Sell it to yo auntie yo grandma yo hoe
My teeth are carrots of gold
Steady still whipping the pot
I'm still screaming out fuck these cops
Bang it out siamese 2 twin Glocks
Damn
Nigga
Tally Da Bandz
Came short
Fuck is you saying
Niggas wan act like we playin
Touch yo first brick nigga thought that he made it
Dash in a whip that could wake up yo neighbors
Poppin the percs selling the ye
Blowin the money we made
Purple my lean
Reach for my chain
You gon go out with a bang

Swerve in the Benz bro blastin the gat
Ride in the Cadi but I never lack
When we come we bring them sticks
We catch an opp we dump them clips
Come find out if I'm with shits
223s make them do front flips

Sinbad slide up the Mac on you
Plushed out suite with a pool side view
Double cup on me 2 times 2
Sunset cool finna lose my roof
Got a couple hoes down to come to my room
Fuck boy ain't trying to do what I do
Wasn't all that
Only hit her once
Told her I ain't down with the deja vu

2 Rollie's on the wrist
On my ice man shit
Bands out the blick
Bought a whip 4 my bitch
Mourn for the clique
Thinking that I'll bleed
Sucker lame this crip
Man you a lick
40 Years old on the white boy dick
Bok Choy Cris popping lames till I'm sick
Bout to play a hit cross yo name off the list
Never lost a dollar for a bottom ass bitch
And I'm wracking up cheddar
Apollo Sinbad vendetta
She sucking I'mma let her
Her name Carmella
Or maybe it was Carrie
Ah fuck forget her
I'm just
Cruzin' the west
In my foreign XS
Move to the right
Cut with the left
We don't play games better speak with yo chest
Carve out yo lungs snatch yo last breathe
Don't you know psychos the ones writing checks
Micro transactions like lypo in text
Coursin yo daughter I'm hyping her breasts
I only feel right when I'm high having sex

I ain't down with no deja vu
Nigga
I told the next hoe come thru
Damn
Aye
You on my block you ain't finna slide you just talking that shit online
Aye



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Writer(s): S A, Tally Bandz
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