Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hp Boyz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keziah Feterika
Composer
Junior Mika
Composer
Samoa Fune
Composer
Tino Taito
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dallin Tanuvasa
Mixing Engineer
Josiah Fune
Mixing Engineer
Chek Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We ain't gotta do too much
No, we ain't gotta do too much
We out here pullin' up, it's all eyes on us
But we ain't really do too much
We out here
[Verse 2]
We ain't gotta do too much
No, we ain't gotta do too much
We out here pullin' up, it's all eyes on us
But we ain't really do too much
We out here
[Verse 3]
Ay, I've got certified hitters on my left (Too many)
They be ready if I give 'em one breath (Ay)
And I got killers talkin' business on my right (Yeah, yeah)
Right, and they man saw it (They saw)
I was in the back tryna cash that loot (Where they at?)
My crew stacked 'cause we are not recruitin' (No way)
I'm still Melbin, I'm still Gucci
God, he got the dookie like the one from the movies
Wait until I start booting (Bop, bop)
Cuts in the head till they start hearin' music
Tell me who's bad (Who?)
Tell me who's booting (Nah)
Tell 'em that's me, only one with that acoustic
I'm just cruising, oh, bro (Ay)
Who you doin' dirty?
'Cause you a flop (Yeah, yeah)
I spot a Jay if they know about guap
And I'm still out here on the road like raw pussy
[Verse 4]
We ain't gotta do too much
No, we ain't gotta do too much
We out here pullin' up, it's all eyes on us
But we ain't really do too much
We out here
[Verse 5]
We ain't gotta do too much
No, we ain't gotta do too much
We out here pullin' up, it's all eyes on us
But we ain't really do too much
We out here
[Verse 6]
I've got hoodlum cali' fifties in different cities
And a foreign, when it's foreign, yeah, we get it tipsy
Car keys (Hey)
Sorting out B's (Fuckin' hard)
Flippin' that profit, choppin' up ****
If you wanna chop tree, catch V in the T
He's makin' that P, twenty flat every week (Bop, bop)
That's hard work labor for medicine flavors
You have to see the piper, then ask for favors (Huh)
And I reminisce (Aye)
When I had none of this (Had nothin')
Nothin' but counterfeit
Now we livin' in the Zala
Order fat steaks at the diner (Can we?)
Name a crew who's finer
[Verse 7]
Name a crew who's finer
Better than ever you know
My G's make fire (Ganged up)
Cops wanna hire, four deep in the Highla'
Pull up to the block, yeah, we got it on lock
And the opp get bopped (Fuckin' right)
Fresh up in the scene and we comin' in clean
If they wanna bar up, then we bringin' the machine (All night)
I could tell you how it goes, I'd do anything for bros
Clock it back, let it hit, he wanna do both
And I'll be on the road ever since early
And if you didn't know, I'm poppin' it like Shirley (Pop that)
Whippin' that steel if they try to do me dirty (Nah, nah)
Don't kick it with a fake in case they try to turn on me
[Verse 8]
Go off, you go up and down
No turnin' round
We on that money now
They was second guessing, wanna love me now
They wanna know, they wanna know
They wanna know about it
Keepin' it a hunnid, don't know how to fall back
This is how you do that, I said
On my, on my, on my, on my own
Oh, Young Thug thing, but I'm bad, bad, bad
Here we got them talkin', oh, they mad, mad, mad
But they just wanna know, wanna know
What you know about it
[Verse 9]
We ain't gotta do too much
No, we ain't gotta do too much
We out here pullin' up, it's all eyes on us
But we ain't really do too much
We out here
[Verse 10]
We ain't gotta do too much
No, we ain't gotta do too much
We out here pullin' up, it's all eyes on us
But we ain't really do too much
We out here
Written by: Junior Mika, Keziah Feterika, Samoa Fune, Tino Taito
