Do It Again (feat. CGB Scarr & 99Bxndss)

Why you cappin'? You ain't ever spin (At all)
I got bloodas, I don't got no friends (Okay)
That's my brother we slide on your mans (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Fuck on your bitch and then do it again (Let's go)

She wanna fuck 'cause I'm him
Glock with a switch, for sure it won't miss (Bup, bup, bup, bup)
Yeah, that boy he a bitch
Got caught at the lights, got stabbed in his ribs (That nigga a bitch)

And we slide in the night
The morning, the evening, we shootin' and shit (Bah, bah)
I just caught a opp
It's hot on the block and I'm cleaning it quick (Clean that shit)

He keep on talkin' and shit, he gon' get hit in his lip, uh, uh (Let's go, let's go)
She fuckin' on me, she lit
Bitch, I'm just tryna get rich, uh, uh (Okay, let's go, let's go)

I can't put trust in a bitch, I rather put trust in my stick (Fasho)
I know that they preein' the kid, I know they wanna get me hit (Bah, bah, bah, bah)

Mask up, let's go hit a lick, bullets they bark when it hit (Bah, bah)
That phone ring, Im sendin' a blitz
Bodies is droppin' and shit (Bodies is droppin' real quick)

I be with killers and shit
Robbers, drug dealers and shit (They takin' your shit)
I put some ice on my wrist
Then I got ice out my bitch, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah)

Slide on their block, they don't want no drama (Slide, slide)
Young nigga shipping packs, shipping orders
I was in the traphouse different orders (Trap, trap)
Fiends in the traphouse overdosin' (Trap, trap, uh, uh)

She a freaky lil' bitch, she gon' deep throat it (Damn)
She gon' do what I want 'cause I got motion (Bitch)
Pour a four in my sprite, now a nigga floatin' (Act')
They ain't do what they rap, man them niggas jokin'

Fuck what twelve say, Ima keep toting
Skinny nigga, big pockets, shit overloaded
This shit all of the top, I ain't never wrote (I didn't, I never did it)
I pour a four that's my fuckin' potion (Yeah)

Why you cappin'? You ain't ever spin (No you ain't)
I got bloodas, I don't got no friends (That's my blooda)
That's my brother we slide on your mans
Fuck on your bitch and then do it again (Bah, bah)

She wanna fuck 'cause I'm him
Glock with a switch, for sure it won't miss (Bup, bup, bup)
Yeah, that boy he a bitch
Got caught at the lights, got stabbed in his ribs

And we slide in the night
The morning, the evening, we shootin' and shit (Yeah, let's go)
I just caught a opp
It's hot on the block and I'm cleaning it quick (Yeah, let's go, yeah, let's go, bup, bup, bup)

BOA shit
Hahaha, gang shit, whole lotta gang shit, BOA shit, bitch (Big BOA shit)
Big BOA shit, Big BOA shit
Free the guys
Free the guys
Long Live AM



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Writer(s): Guapo Baby
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