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DON'T / DO
Hip-Hop/Rap
DON'T / DO was released on May 24, 2024 by Introspect Records as a part of the album TESTIMONIES
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Release DateMay 24, 2024
LabelIntrospect Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hawk Okpokwasili
Hawk Okpokwasili
Songwriter
Cairon Harrison
Cairon Harrison
Songwriter
Reed Grider Ferguson
Reed Grider Ferguson
Songwriter
Tobias Fernandez
Tobias Fernandez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tnandezz
Tnandezz
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, Bfour
Bfour boutta blow this shit up like some C4, aha
Nah, yeah
First name Bertram, no I ain't from Jesse
But don't get it twisted, I'm still 'bout that cheese
Sumn like fettuccine
Ain't no butler, but I'll still serve a **** wit a (Serve a **** wit a)
Make him disappear, no Houdini (Disappear)
Lame ass **** talking shit 'cause they know they can't see me
Sumn like Cena (Cena)
Takin' W after W shit, too easy no E (WWE)
Lappin' **** like they in the wrong heat
Cold hearted **** with a whole lotta ice on my chest (Ice)
Heavy stones on my fingers like Thanos (Thanos)
Purple in my drink, Jolly Ranchers (Ranchers)
Got a new bitch that give me that crazy brain like she know all the answers
New to this rap shit, I don't need practice
**** like I'm the answer
Four hitters with me strapped with 19s
You'd think we play for the Sixers (Do the math lil' ****)
Ain't from Philly, but ain't afraid to get Rocky
I'll ice a **** no hockey (Ice)
My 34 got the best scores
Feeling a lil' like Milwaukee, yeah (Milwaukee Bucks)
All these **** tryna copy
But see other **** ain't on this shit like gang
Them other **** stay sloppy (Sloppy)
Getting involved with the gang and shit'll get choppy (Choppy)
Sprayin' bullets, shit get foggy (Foggy)
And you know we'll catch a body (Body)
**** so don't try and stop me (Stop me)
Yeah, Yeah, Oh, Yeah
Choppa come 'cause it bang a lot, yeah (Bang a lot)
I call it trap phone 'cause it rang a lot
Big shot finna spray a lot (Okay)
I don't know what I'ma say nonstop (Stop)
Feel like Drake 'cause my money nonstop (Stop)
Pull up in this bitch I ain't never gon' stop, damn
I do this shit on the daily, yeah
I do this shit like every day (Talk yo' shit)
Bitch I ball like NBA
Bitch I ball like fadeaway (Yeah what else?)
Bitch I make a fuckin' M (Yeah)
Then I went and got a J
Then I put that bitch together and I ball like MJ (Damn that's crazy)
Catch that shit with one hand
Bitch I feel like OBJ
I be dunkin' on these **** like my name is LBJ
Like my name is damn Lebron (Yeah)
Bitch you know I'm just a king like I'm Von
I go crazy on my song
I go stupid in that stu
I go crazy with my boo
I get dummy 'bout my money
Bitch I get greedy 'bout my loot
Bitch I'm pullin' up with choppas and she blow me just like a flute (Yeah)
Shawty going crazy like she stuck inside the backrooms, damn (Backrooms, damn)
Woah (Live)
Woah (Try, realize)
Woah (Fire, eyes)
Woah (Inside)
Live
Live, let it live
That's the spirit you gotta give
Life ain't worth living for someone else
Try, you just gotta try
Live you life on the fly
Don't worry 'bout what's out your control (Woah)
I, I realized
You gotta be wise
Who you eye (Woah)
Some people aren't what they seem
Fire, Fire in your eyes
Let me see who you are inside
No, don't let go
Of your soul
Live, let it live
Try, you gotta try
Aah, fire in your eyes
Let me see who you are inside
Written by: Cairon Harrison, Hawk Okpokwasili, Reed Grider Ferguson, Tobias Fernandez
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