Do What I Do (Intro)

Whenever I rap, I do not cap (Never)
I do not fold, I do not lack (Nope)
I want that bag, I want the racks
It ain't bout money so nigga step back (Get back nigga)
I am so cool, I am so true
Got gas like it's fuel
You in my way, you need to move
Got all these moves, I get in my groove
I do what I do
Already won, how could I lose?
Call up the plug, cop me some shrooms (Aye what's up)
Getting these blues like I left a clue
Don't worry bout me (I do what I do)

I work till I'm sore, pour me a four
Bitches galore, these bitches be boring
Want me a foreign, she trip I ignore it
If she a freak then ima record it
Roll me a blunt, take that to the face
Put dick in her face, I'm having my way
I beat the case got hit with affray
I'm dodging the hate and I'm curving the hate
I took his hoe now he mad like the bird
Get money fuck bitches so fuck what you heard
I was fourteen when I poured up the syrup
She talking that shit, she out on the curb
I don't be around, I don't need a circle
Coming my way, I jump up with the hurdle
Barney my gas I smoke on that purple
Inhale it strong I move like a turtle
Who is you with? (Who you?), Why is you here?
Don't know your name, get out of my ear (Get out my ear)
I work too hard don't need a career
My gas is too loud, its hard to hear
I do what I do and I do what I do
Making this cash till its stacked to the roof
I fuck on that hoe then I poof (Poof)
Finger that bitch like the flute
Swerving the whip like a coupe (Skrr)
She asking me questions taboo (Taboo)
Don't worry bout what Dolo do
Unless Dolo doing you
I don't give a fuck bout that bitch (Nope)
Why would I stress bout the bitch? (Uhh)
I'm having my way with the shit
Blowing my day with this shit
You blowing my high with this shit
I'm getting too high in this bitch (Too high)
She one of a kind I admit (She is)
I'm talking bout weed not the bitch (Ya dig)

Whenever I rap, I do not cap (Never)
I do not fold, I do not lack (Nope)
I want that bag, I want the racks
It ain't bout money so nigga step back (Get back n****)
I am so cool, I am so true
Got gas like it's fuel
You in my way, you need to move
Got all these moves, I get in my groove
I do what I do
Already won, how could I lose?
Call up the plug, cop me some shrooms
Getting these blues like I left a clue
Don't worry bout me (I do what I do)

I want the blues, I want the jewels
I want that bag, I want the racks
Don't fuck with these nigga cause they ass some rats
It ain't bout money so nigga step back
I am so cool, I am so true
Got gas like it's fuel
You in my way, you need to move
Got all these moves, I get in my groove
I do what I do (I do what I do)
Already won, how could I lose?
Call up the plug, cop me some shrooms
Getting these blues like I left a clue
Don't worry bout me (I do what I do)

Yep (Mhm)
Uh huh
Aye, What hannenin'?
Oh that's it?
Alright put it on the next one



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Crane
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