I Do It (feat. Big Sean & Lil Baby)

Phew, phew, yeah If you weigh me down then I gotta remove you If you in my way, then I gotta go through you (Don, Don) Look, look, look, funeral I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh) They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (Huh) You in my way, need to move, bitch (Huh) Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Huh) This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy Money spread on me like Boosie Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' All these burners here hot, but we coolin' I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid My accountant just called, said, shit been movin' I'm 'posed to have no gun, I got two of 'em I never remind a nigga what I do for 'em I was dead broke, sleep on the futon Now I'm up, now I'm big house, few of 'em Everyday I'm lit, my life like a re-run If I take your shit, can't give you no refund Ten mil' for a deal I agree on I put on for Atlanta like Deion Chrome Heart glasses, I can't see 'em From the apartments to an arena Where that 'lil boy been? I ain't seen him Look at God's child drivin' the Demon Fuck what you heard I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh) They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (Huh, yeah) You in my way, need to move, bitch (Yeah) Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah) This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy Money spread on me like Boosie Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship Yeah, I don't talk shit, bitch, I do shit (I do shit) Soft top on my car like it's Jewish (It's Jewish) Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Ray Lewis) Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt Lil Tunechi, I'm in this bitch on the cookie like Lucious (Yeah) I'm gonna sip, got that purple pollution (Yeah) I get the checks and just do it no swooshes (Yeah) Flex on my ex then I flex on my new bitch (Yeah) No disrespect, I bust down the noose (Yeah) Put it on my neck, now my neck is a nuisance (Yeah) I am a mess, I am a mutant (Yeah) Bullets go through your vest like it's translucent I smoke the best exclusive I'm somewhere else secluded (Secluded) Fly to death, and your bitch just flew in You a ref, my nigga, you blew it (You blew it) I don't sketch, but the pistol, I drew it Told myself to continue my duties I got money from 2002, that I ain't seen since 2002 Me, Sean, and Brazy, my nigga, we boolin' Ballin' so brazy, I dribble and shoot it Just like I play for Emilio Pucci I treat the Wraith like that bitch is Suzuki I need a favorite woman like The Fugees It's me, Sean, and Baby, we lit as Three Stooges My skate stance is goofy, my bae ass is stupid No fake asses truly, I'm makin' her moon me Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (I do it) They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (I knew it) You in my way, need to move, bitch (Move bitch, huh) Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah, yeah) This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy (Yeah, yeah) Money spread on me like Boosie Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship (Yeah, yeah) I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' (No snoozin') All of these burners here hot, but we coolin' (Yeah, snorin') I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid My accountant just called, said, shit been movin' (Yeah) I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it My accountant just called, said, shit been movin' Fake money, should keep your two cents (That mulah) Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Yeah) If you weigh me down, then I gotta remove you If you in my way, then I gotta go through you Funeral