DO IT (feat. BabyxxDenz, Walkman & DIRE)
I said it's my generation, it's my time
It's been nice, nice, nice
It's been sweet, sweet, sweet
But he's trying to take the food off my plate
He's trying to stop my run
And tomorrow, I'm fucking him up
I'm fucking him up
Got a few poles on me, bitches love it
I might end up dead, but fuck it
Pussy keep talking shit, we can run it
I don't give a fuck, go ahead pull ya gun and
Shoot it, let's do it, do it pussy do it
Just shoot it, let's do it
Yeah, Yeah
Do it, nigga, you know you won't do it
My shootas pull up, you know that we toolin'
We run that nigga up just like I do it
I'ma say it again, nigga, won't do it
See, there's me ima pull up little late
I'm biggest big choppa and I ate
I'm the greatest, there's really no debate
None of y'all niggas stand here can relate
We helpin out with these twirls
Choppa that's droppin some shells
Fuckin yo bitch with some diamond pearls
She mad, cause I pulled it off a corpse
Yuh, what's next
Yuh, what's next
Yuh, what's next
Yuh, what's next
Yuh aye
Aye, hey, yo, hey, hey, hey, yo, hey, yo, hey
Aye
I might throw up while drinking this frapé
High like Bruno Mars, no feel on the matte black Motherfucker want to go kill
Achilles' heel motherfucker want to be on the real
When you wanna sign a deal what you say,
But I'm hum with no manifestation
She plays games like a Playstation
She want to play you instead
Get more bread
Left you on read while I'm getting some head
In the back of the Beamer, I think I ain't seen her
I left her all gone, but I think I'm diminished
I think my time finished
I want to go back when I'm in this shit
Bitch I've been on a mission
I've been in the enterprise
They answer, want leather rides when I'm back in the game and they down
Look at me wait what
Do it pussy, bitch
You a pussy for sure
Like, I just didn't understand
It's like, like, bitch, you ain't listening to Allanone
Like, shit
Yo, yo, yo
I said, wait
I said, what's next
Lookin at my pistol, tell me what's next
Bloodshed, fucking on this world, screaming, fuck death
Fuck bled reaching through my bag, pull out a semtex
Blowing up these perkys, I pause I'm screaming, fuck that
Fuck that bitch
I cannot stop ima
Fuck that shit
I cannot fumble
I Fuck that bitch
Dick in your mama
She suck that shit
I come back quick
Fuckin your mother, bitch
I'm a hump that bitch
45 drumma, and I'm a dump that clip
Calling me lover, but she a dump that bitch
Dump that bitch
Dump that bitch
Bitch
What the fuck
Hahahahaha
It's been nice, nice, nice
It's been sweet, sweet, sweet
But he's trying to take the food off my plate
He's trying to stop my run
And tomorrow, I'm fucking him up
I'm fucking him up
Got a few poles on me, bitches love it
I might end up dead, but fuck it
Pussy keep talking shit, we can run it
I don't give a fuck, go ahead pull ya gun and
Shoot it, let's do it, do it pussy do it
Just shoot it, let's do it
Yeah, Yeah
Do it, nigga, you know you won't do it
My shootas pull up, you know that we toolin'
We run that nigga up just like I do it
I'ma say it again, nigga, won't do it
See, there's me ima pull up little late
I'm biggest big choppa and I ate
I'm the greatest, there's really no debate
None of y'all niggas stand here can relate
We helpin out with these twirls
Choppa that's droppin some shells
Fuckin yo bitch with some diamond pearls
She mad, cause I pulled it off a corpse
Yuh, what's next
Yuh, what's next
Yuh, what's next
Yuh, what's next
Yuh aye
Aye, hey, yo, hey, hey, hey, yo, hey, yo, hey
Aye
I might throw up while drinking this frapé
High like Bruno Mars, no feel on the matte black Motherfucker want to go kill
Achilles' heel motherfucker want to be on the real
When you wanna sign a deal what you say,
But I'm hum with no manifestation
She plays games like a Playstation
She want to play you instead
Get more bread
Left you on read while I'm getting some head
In the back of the Beamer, I think I ain't seen her
I left her all gone, but I think I'm diminished
I think my time finished
I want to go back when I'm in this shit
Bitch I've been on a mission
I've been in the enterprise
They answer, want leather rides when I'm back in the game and they down
Look at me wait what
Do it pussy, bitch
You a pussy for sure
Like, I just didn't understand
It's like, like, bitch, you ain't listening to Allanone
Like, shit
Yo, yo, yo
I said, wait
I said, what's next
Lookin at my pistol, tell me what's next
Bloodshed, fucking on this world, screaming, fuck death
Fuck bled reaching through my bag, pull out a semtex
Blowing up these perkys, I pause I'm screaming, fuck that
Fuck that bitch
I cannot stop ima
Fuck that shit
I cannot fumble
I Fuck that bitch
Dick in your mama
She suck that shit
I come back quick
Fuckin your mother, bitch
I'm a hump that bitch
45 drumma, and I'm a dump that clip
Calling me lover, but she a dump that bitch
Dump that bitch
Dump that bitch
Bitch
What the fuck
Hahahahaha
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Writer(s): Andrew Weelborg
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