I Do It (feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)

Thank God for the first **** to start trappin'

Thank God for the first **** to start rappin'

Thank God for the first girl to start strippin'

And I'ma have to keep it muhfuckin' real with 'em

I got a problem with these ****

I got a problem with these bitches

Trigger finger keep itchin'

Well, I'll pull it, I'll do it, yeah

Hang up on a bitch, call it crucified (Damn)

Time to go to work, no suit and tie

Bumpin' Makaveli, I be trappin' out the telly (Telly)

My **** did a dime and he back already (Dough)

Got that sack already, man, we got them racks already (Racks)

As far as your girl, I hit it from the back already (From the back)

I tried to get a tan, but I'm black already (I'm black)

Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already (Tru)

Three **** with me, me, myself and I

God don't like ugly, you should testify

My T-shirt come from Bergdorf

I make so much on a verse, I take the third off

Bird call, swerve off

Bust a nut on her, tell her that's a load off

Shorty ass soft like a Nerf ball

If you don't like what I'm doin', ****, fuck y'all

Thank God for the first **** to start trappin' (Damn)

Thank God for the first **** to start rappin' (Yeah)

Thank God for the first girl to start strippin' (You beat it)

And I'ma have to keep it muhfuckin' real with 'em

I got a problem with these ****

I got a problem with these bitches

Trigger finger keep itchin'

Well, I'll pull it, I'll do it

Drink in my cup holder, hope this shit don't spill

Pull up in the new edition and that's word to Johnny Gill

How I come up with this shit and all these verses that I kill?

I have no imagination, everything I do, for real

Bitch, I'm camouflaged down, put your camera phone down

If she got a ass and the girl a fan, it's goin' down

I'ma fuck you like I've been waitin' a century for it

Give the pussy up and I'll trade you the memory for it

In the bedroom forever, that's what her roommate'll tell you

Man, I just hear this shit and think about what Tunechi will tell you

He might call up Patricia, she 'bout to call up Melissa

Tell 'em come to the cribbo and do 'em both, double dribble

I'm colder than a hospital, she love the dick that I give her

Hit her from the front, back, side twist her like cigarillos

I put the gun to the pillow, I don't want blood on my clothes

Gotta keep that Trukfit fresh, shoutout to all of my hoes

Tunechi

That's just how my OG would sum it up

I been workin' all winter just to fuck the summer up

It's just me and 2 Chainz, but the chain's never tucked though

If you don't like what I'm doin', ****, fuck y'all

Thank God for the first **** to start trappin' (Damn)

Thank God for the first **** to start rappin' (Yeah)

Thank God for the first girl to start strippin' (You beat it)

And I'ma have to keep it muhfuckin' real with 'em

I got a problem with these ****

I got a problem with these bitches

Trigger finger keep itchin'

Well, I'll pull it, I'll do it

Well, if you know like I know, that pussy pop like pyro

And she know I'm a pothead, that pussy like a pothole

I'm colder than a snotnose, man, all these hoes is my hoes

And if she bougie, fuck her once then leave her hangin', dry clothes

I just built a cemetery, **** dyin' to get in

**** lyin', they pretend, don't cross that line, it's paper thin

I'm high as a star, make a wish

I'm a shark, I ate the fish

I got no heart, I hate the bitch

You hate that bitch? Well, I hate that bitch

Will jump a **** like a chessboard

Do a drive by while you ridin' on your skateboard, uh

They ain't even know it

Have Drake sing a song just to get her pussy wet

Then I take her to the crib, man, fuck that bitch right on the step

Put it in and take it back out, then I back out

Hair, Hair Weave Killer known to snatch the fuckin' track out

Put me in the ga-game, coach, I'm the antidote

Pull up, kick, throw, and take the money, and the dope

True, 2 Chainz, I'm on a plane, and a boat

I am so cold, I need a cover, and a coat

Kick it at the mall, call it football

If you don't like what I'm doin', ****, fuck y'all

Y'all ready?

One, two, three

(Right now it's me time)

A little time for myself y'all

(Me time)

Oh, yeah (Right now it's me time)

Don't want no one else now

(Me time)

Bitch, please don't call my phone (Don't call my phone)

Said, I wanna be left alone (Be left alone)

Please, please don't stop by my home (Stop by my home)

No, no, 'cause I feel it's just a matter of time

Till you people make me lose my mind

I'm 'bout to leave this world behind, yeah, yeah

(Right now it's me time)

You need to go kick rocks now

(Me time)