Dont Do It (feat. Telleman)

They gon' tell you 'bout the high

Dont do it

They gon' make you smoke that loud

Dont do it

Dont do it

Yeah

Grab on and hold on, baby

Grab on and hold on, baby

Dont do it

You know the Devil gon' test you

Dont you fall under the pressure, baby

Dont do it

Dont do it

Yeah, they tell me that this good guy shit is not workin' out

They say I need a different plan

I need to get one of these famous ****'s girlfriends naked

And put the video on Instagram

Trust me, if I pour her up a bigger glass

Then she'll show a little ass

And she might put her hands up in a **** pants

To make up for the little ass

'Cause she got a little ass

I was at the club gettin'

A lap dance from a big one

But I was on my phone tweeting 'bout this other song

You would swear I couldn't feel nothin'

Like I couldn't feel her ass

I was at the club gettin'

A little too drunk for a little man

Thinkin 'bout how God can take it all away

Like, fooled ya, it was just a prank

Shoulda listened to your dad when he said

He said

They gon' tell you 'bout the high

Dont do it

They gon' make you smoke that loud

Dont do it

Dont do it

Yeah

Grab on and hold on, baby

Grab on and hold on, baby

Dont do it

You know the Devil gon' test you

Don't you fall under the pressure, baby

Dont do it

Dont do it

Look, Pops told me

I am not the only **** out here with a talent

Had to do whatever just to make it happen

Now I'm in the penthouse with Italian bitches

Throwin' it at me and tellin' me how I really really have it

I don't know a fuck **** in my whole squad

People askin' me where I got all this gold from

It's rose gold, ****, ask me where it rose from

She never come to me when she got all her clothes on

Dont do it

You know I need you naked

I know two glasses of that white wine gets you faded

Your best friend always been lyin' to your face

Why you think she tell you every night out

Get some pay so you bone chick, yeah

Fuck, yeah, yeah, fuck, yeah

Come, come, come

You know that I got the real stuff here

What's a ballerina to me?

I've been on my toes all fuckin' year

This is somethin' that your ears must hear

'Cause them other ****, well, you know

They gon' tell you 'bout the high

Dont do it

They gon' make you smoke that loud

Dont do it

Dont do it

Yeah

Grab on and hold on, baby

Grab on and hold on, baby

Dont do it

You know the Devil gon' test you

Don't you fall under the pressure, baby

Dont do it

Dont do it

Telleman, oh

They tell me that this good guy shit's not workin' out

That I'm too quiet, I need the loud in my mouth

If I hit it, I'll elevate to a higher grade, no player foul

They tell me that I'm a stoner

She'll be glidin' on top of the clouds, whoa

It's easy to get lost in the moment

With all this liquor we've been pourin'

The smoke in the air got you chokin'

This thing got your prettiest sorry

Your man is callin', but you ignore it

Tonight you're the one I'll be scorin'

You'll regret it all in the mornin'

Your mama ain't raise you that way

Know what she said

Baby, she said

They gon' tell you 'bout the high

Dont do it

They gon' make you smoke that loud

Dont do it

Dont do it

Yeah

Grab on and hold on, baby

Grab on and hold on, baby

Dont do it

You know the Devil gon' test you

Don't you fall under the pressure, baby

Dont do it

Dont do it