Really Do It

(Yeah) Yeah

(Damn, E this a classic)

(East side ****)

(Seven mile, ****) Fuck a squad shit, ****, that gang shit, that 48205 shit, ****

H-Town, Red Zone, 48205 the long way, ****

Gang, squad

SB till the world blow (Free Ball, ****)

Ay, Cash, fuck these ****

Rest in peace, T-Boz, ****, rest in peace, Sleaze, ****

Killa, let me hit that weed

Ay, 500 hundred dollars for a motherfuckin' hoodie

Your man's in the club by himself, I smell pussy

Gang in this bitch, ****, all you smell is cookie

Them percs got a **** on the air, so don't push me

Cappin' ass **** must don't know who they dealin' with

Stump her **** right in front of her, mind your business, bitch

Michael Myers of the rap game, I been killin' shit

You can go and buy a thousand guns and you still a bitch

Turn some cheese down, fuck your party, I ain't feelin' it

Let her shoot the bag, if she run off, I'ma kill the bitch

Is you **** really paying homage or you stealin' shit?

Toolman with this motherfucker, I'll be drillin' shit

We ain't gotta hit no more licks, bitch, I'm straight

You gon' do what when you see me? I can't wait

**** sippin' drink, tryin' to be sweet, but I'm addicted to it

You could have Jesus on your tape, I won't listen to it

All that dick riding, you should let the bitches do it

Barely see me with the fam, I been gettin' to it

The old me dead and gone, somewhere in the sewage

Everybody talkin' 'bout it, but who really do it?

Everybody talkin' 'bout it, but who really do it?

Everybody talkin' 'bout it, but who really do it?

Ooh, let me get it back

I pulled up the Eastland just to grab a 'fit

Seen my old ho, she was all on my dick

Up in fort man blow, whippin' out that shit

Beats go for five, but it's worth about a brick

Them bodies that you say you droppin' don't even exist

Playin' with this shit gon' fuck around and get me rich

I hit his favorite ho, so I know that **** pissed

Climbin' up the pole, slid down and did the splits

I ordered five bottles, no sparklers on my shit

And half of these **** tellin' lies, switchin' sides

Can't walk in my Bally's, little ****, this ain't your size

Everybody talkin' 'bout it, but who really do it?

Everybody talkin' 'bout it, but who really do it?