Do this shit

Bitch, do this shit

Ay

Ay

That's your bitch, tell me why she wanna chill with us

She wanna smoke, she wanna drink, she poppin' pills with us

Go ahead and run that check, will need a six-figure

Yeah, I do this for the homies and the real hitters

If I say I'm gettin' money, then I do that shit (do that shit)

If I'm fuckin' with your bitch, then I do that shit (do that shit)

Hundred thousand for the neck, bitch, I do that shit (do that shit)

Yeah, I'm runnin' up a check, yeah, I do that shit (do that shit)

Fuckin' with me, I got shooters on that payroll

They gon' put it to your brain when I say so

I ain't fuckin' with the opps, I gotta lay low

Long clips got it hangin' to the sway low

Got it on me, I ain't fuckin' with no opp

Fuck a bitch, man, she better not be no bopper

Got a check, now my homies eatin' lobster

Now we on a jet, only shooters on my roster

With the whole gang when I do this shit

Swear to God I ain't never goin' broke again (bitch)

I won't ever switch when I do this shit

If I hit a lick, I'ma do it just to get this shit

Ay

That's your bitch, tell me why she wanna chill with us

She wanna smoke, she wanna drink, she poppin' pills with us

Go ahead and run that check, will need a six-figure

Yeah, I do this for the homies and the real hitters

If I say I'm gettin' money, then I do that shit (do that shit)

If I'm fuckin' with your bitch, then I do that shit (I do that shit)

Hundred thousand for the neck, bitch, I do that shit (do that shit)

Yeah, I'm runnin' up a check, yeah, I do that shit

Swear to God I ain't fuckin' with no broke bitch

My homie Trick is doin' 20 on some ho shit

Cut a check, but I swear I'm gon' need more shit

Fuckin' with a lean when I'm ridin' with that pole, bitch

Ay, yeah, you know I got that beam on me

Got it tatted on my face, put the team on me

I ain't never gon' switch, I'm the damn homie

Whole city full of fakes, I'ma die lonely (die lonely)

All my homie doin' life so I'm stressed out

If you fuckin' with the gang, you gettin' packed out

Yeah, I went and hit a lick so I'm back now

If you fuckin' with us, man, you know we never back down

That's your bitch, tell me why she wanna chill with us

She wanna smoke, she wanna drink, she poppin' pills with us

Go ahead and run that check, will need a six-figure

Yeah, I do this for the homies and the real hitters

If I say I'm gettin' money, then I do that shit (do that shit)

If I'm fuckin' with your bitch, then I do that shit (do that shit)

Hundred thousand for the neck, bitch, I do that shit (do that shit)

Yeah, I'm runnin' up a check, yeah, I do that shit (do that shit)