Do It For Me (feat. MENTHOL PRINCE)
Yea yea yea
Just smoked my 5th 8th (8)
This shit don't even feel the same
Got racks in the movement (movement)
Jeans never loosey (loosey)
Just tapped my ex for some x and some pussy (pussy)
My life like a movie (movie)
Don't move kinda movie (don't)
Kinda shit make you rethink your movements (rethink)
Lunchtime in the trap (trap)
Got food on the way (got food)
I'm flipping chickens we got birds on a tray (chickens)
No middle man
We outside (we do)
Give a fuck 'bout your candy y'all some runts (runts)
I got gunnas (gunnas)
And they ain't talk (shhh)
Running stock
10 racks off fraud
50 band spaceship I'm taking that shit to the stars (star star)
Past the stars (pass it)
I'm geeked on Mars (geeked)
Yea it's Tuesday but I ain't at Rubys
Catching a real red ruby
Fucking around in this shit
Movements
They always looking
Moving moving yea that's a stain
Grabbing chains
Y'all catching stings
James Rick
Paid check
Chickens full bricks
Trucks all Brinks
Yo bitch on the brink
Riding around them tents
Finding a random who gon' up the pole
A fiend
Red light just move my body don't think (it don't)
You battle the groove
Yea that can't be me
Traphouse molly (molly molly molly molly)
I'm moving around the party
I don't even see my homie (where)
I don't even see my homie (where)
I don't even see nobody (what)
I don't even feel my body (who)
A bitch stay on my left
A bitch stay on my right (huh)
A bitch tryna hold my sights
I said bitch you can't hold my iron
Fuck the stands
Courtside all night
Fuck standing
I'll sit you ride
And she do yea she do it for me (uh)
She do what she do for me
She doing the crew for me
No fasting
You eat what I tell you to eat
Kitchen
Powder under the sink (under it)
Fuck it
Nothing to fear that's why I'm making buckets
I'm in the trenches in I'm shooting
I'm in the trenches I'm looting (looting yea)
Grams on grams
Ghost phantom man
Oxy in my hand
Red like strawberry jam
Ops where white get shot
Blood on they clothes they rambutan
Out in these streets we playing fair
They don't know
Yea they don't know
They don't know
I'm in this shit
I'm in this shit
They don't know
Yea they don't know
They don't know yea
I'm in this shit
I'm in this shit
They don't know
Yea they don't know
They don't know
Just smoked my 5th 8th (8)
This shit don't even feel the same
Got racks in the movement (movement)
Jeans never loosey (loosey)
Just tapped my ex for some x and some pussy (pussy)
My life like a movie (movie)
Don't move kinda movie (don't)
Kinda shit make you rethink your movements (rethink)
Lunchtime in the trap (trap)
Got food on the way (got food)
I'm flipping chickens we got birds on a tray (chickens)
No middle man
We outside (we do)
Give a fuck 'bout your candy y'all some runts (runts)
I got gunnas (gunnas)
And they ain't talk (shhh)
Running stock
10 racks off fraud
50 band spaceship I'm taking that shit to the stars (star star)
Past the stars (pass it)
I'm geeked on Mars (geeked)
Yea it's Tuesday but I ain't at Rubys
Catching a real red ruby
Fucking around in this shit
Movements
They always looking
Moving moving yea that's a stain
Grabbing chains
Y'all catching stings
James Rick
Paid check
Chickens full bricks
Trucks all Brinks
Yo bitch on the brink
Riding around them tents
Finding a random who gon' up the pole
A fiend
Red light just move my body don't think (it don't)
You battle the groove
Yea that can't be me
Traphouse molly (molly molly molly molly)
I'm moving around the party
I don't even see my homie (where)
I don't even see my homie (where)
I don't even see nobody (what)
I don't even feel my body (who)
A bitch stay on my left
A bitch stay on my right (huh)
A bitch tryna hold my sights
I said bitch you can't hold my iron
Fuck the stands
Courtside all night
Fuck standing
I'll sit you ride
And she do yea she do it for me (uh)
She do what she do for me
She doing the crew for me
No fasting
You eat what I tell you to eat
Kitchen
Powder under the sink (under it)
Fuck it
Nothing to fear that's why I'm making buckets
I'm in the trenches in I'm shooting
I'm in the trenches I'm looting (looting yea)
Grams on grams
Ghost phantom man
Oxy in my hand
Red like strawberry jam
Ops where white get shot
Blood on they clothes they rambutan
Out in these streets we playing fair
They don't know
Yea they don't know
They don't know
I'm in this shit
I'm in this shit
They don't know
Yea they don't know
They don't know yea
I'm in this shit
I'm in this shit
They don't know
Yea they don't know
They don't know
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Writer(s): Jonathan Pierce
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