do re mi (feat. Gucci Mane)

Do, re, mi, fa, so

Yeah, yeah

S'Gucci

Do, re, mi, fa, so

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, if I could go back to that day we met

I probably would just stay in bed

You run your mouth all over town

And this one goes out to the sound

Of breaking glass on my Range Rover

Pay me back or, bitch, it's over

All the presents I would send

Fuck my friends behind my shoulder

Next time, I'ma stay asleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh

And you got me thinking lately

Bitch, you crazy

And nothing's ever good enough

I wrote a little song for ya

It go like

Do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you, girl

So fucking done with all the games you play

I ain't no tic-tac-toe

Send the X and O's on another note

I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you, baby

So send the X and O's on another note

I'm ghost

Huh, it's Guwop, huh

Do, re, mi, baby don't play me

I'm a Black Beatle like Jim and Swae Lee

Screamin' "fuck twelve!" in a brand new V

Just bought a time piece for my new dime piece

I'm ballin, don't stall it, put your all in

Stop talkin', gotta crawl it 'fore you walkin'

On the weekend spendin' front end and the back end

Booty so big, got me thinking 'bout a lap dance

Dealing with these bitches like, "Damn, what happened?"

New thang, new frame, new eyelashes

Brand new swag, wearing brand new fashion

That's what you get for doing all that cappin'

Blackbear with me and we interstate trappin'

This'll make a old legend start back rappin'

This'll make an ex-con start back trappin'

I'ma beat it up like my name Joe Jackson (S'Gucci)

Do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you, girl

So fucking done with all the games you play

I ain't no tic-tac-toe

Send the X and O's on another note

I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you, baby

So send the X and O's on another note

I'm ghost

If I could go back to that day we met

I probably would've stayed in bed

You wake up every day and make me feel like I'm incompetent

Designer shoes and Xanax tabs

Compliment your make-up bag

You never had to buy yourself a drink

'Cause everybody wanted to tap that ass sometime

And you got me thinking lately

Bitch, you crazy

And nothing's ever good enough

I wrote a little song for ya

It go like

Do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you, girl

So fucking done with all the games you play

I ain't no tic-tac-toe

Send the X and O's on another note

I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you, baby

So send the X and O's on another note

I'm ghost

(So send the X and O's on another note)

(Do, re mi, fa, so) (Yeah, yeah)

So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost