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Do It
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Hip-Hop
Do It κυκλοφόρησε στις 14 Νοεμβρίου 2025 από LLC4 ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Million Grams Later
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ΆλμπουμMillion Grams Later
Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας14 Νοεμβρίου 2025
ΕτικέταLLC4
Μελωδικότητα
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Βαλάνς
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Ενέργεια
BPM68

Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lane Gang Wells
Lane Gang Wells
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronniel Wells
Ronniel Wells
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mayor
Mayor
Producer
Tyjamz
Tyjamz
Producer

Στίχοι

Like, like, uh, drug dealing music
Like, like, turn this s*** off
If you don't get off, n****
On some Get off s***, n****
We ain't on no drill, rap n****
Yeahhhhh dat do it, like
Like, like
My n**** in the feds
Buying only fans
From the same h** in the street
He was f****n'
Round with a 10 on me
N**** and a button
Tryna blend in
So I'm ridin' in a bucket
I don't wanna get back
P****, just suck it
Bows on the road
If you love me
Like, just shake his a** down
N****s really undercover
Im with six n****s shiesty
So he dont wanna front me
Get on, n**** a** crew
All on your bumper
I just got off the road
Tryna get in your stomach
We the ones round
More pipes then a plumber
Ain't graduate
In a trap my diploma, come on
Get off music, no drill rap
Lil' boy put a green tip
In your six-pack
Said he want a 20-pack
So I got em gift-wrapped
Really, they was boof
But I told him no take-backs
My face card good
I can cop with no racks
And I know you ain't eating
Cause your watch too small
If ya n**** fall off
Pick him up, that's law
N**** called too late
N**** purple bub gone
Aint get up off rap, GG4s
I probably got like a 50 in clothes
I probably make
Half a million off bows
The trap gone crazy
N****, S1 know
We be on some yeah, yeah, yeah
Free Doe
I got the same watch
As a white doctor
How the f*ck my wrist
A dub with no diamonds
I ain't got my J on
N**** but still shining
I still a suit up
And get on that one-timing
VS-1, E color it'll blind ya'
I'm a quarterback
My n**** playin' lineman
Protecting, tired of the carti
I'm finna' patek
We the ones
Ctrl alt delete, the opps
Junkies somewhere praying we dont rerock
You gon' cry in some Gucci?
Or some Reebok
87-monte SS with a T-top
Real trap n****
Come straight from the block
A lot of drugs in my body
Really need a detox
Four-chains, n****
Way before I pop
Mama say, son boy
You doin' your big one
Only melt chains
When we want em bigger
Stalking my page
She know I'm the biggest
The richest the turntest
My n****s like, take off
Boy, you already earned it
Told Herc, chill out
You already burnt em
Block too hot right now
Like a furnace
Make a n**** say, woo
Like Ric Flair
Rick owens, damn near got every pair
Closet like saks
I don't know what to wear
Ridin with some s***
That'll knock down a bear
I ain't never complain
When s*** wasnt fair
I'm still with some n****s
Gon' take it there
I'm still with some n****s
Gon' take it there
A furnace make a n**** say woo
Like Ric Flair
Rick Owens, damn near got every pair
Make you say woo
Like Ric Flair
Rick Owens, damn near got every pair
Written by: Ronniel Wells
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