Do Dat

It's a Wayne beat

Ghetto boy shit, ****, money is not everything, ****

Yeah, yeah, boys and T's, know what I'm sayin', alright, yeah

Fuck the fire, we got grease

What the business is?

You be with them **** who be killin' kids

Bud askin' for the perks, he a skittle head

I'm a skittle head, too, and a six of red

I was in the feds

I just did a fed bid with my **** Red

Aye, Mike, who is that lil' bitch over there in your bed?

Look like the same one was in here givin' all us head

Five thousand dollars for some joggin' pants

They like, 'Rio actin' stingy with the paper, leave your dawg some bread'

****, I ain't got no money, haha, hold up, ****

****, I ain't got no money, how that sound?

C.O.A. to Al Farmer, Peach meant how that was found

Do they really drop shit? Go ask around

Mike on some cop shit, he gotta pat you down

And Bud just got into a fight with Pat and Ron

And a Percocet

Baby, split a mushroom, let's have perfect sex

It's only two things guaranteed, that's birth and death

Yeah, I'm right-handed, bitch, but I can work the left

The black truck hit a right, so we took a left

We just did a pint of Quake bad, ****, look what's left

Stop askin' 'bout a fuckin' Rio show, I'm booked to death

Like I'm booked till I die, like, I'm booked to death

Like every year, every day, every month, ****, you know what I'm sayin'?

Fifty bands in my pocket, how you do that?

Every time them **** shot at us, you know we blew back

I beat her down from the back, she need a new back

Came and leave these goofy lean drinkers think he's new, act

See, got a glass pint, how you do that?

It's a six hour flight, but he flew back

You the type a **** ask your brother for his shoes back

Put anything in a pot, I'm what do that

Whole ounce in one night, how you oot that?

Lassie ****, bitch pussy poo, did I buy poop back?

Twenty racks each earring, they don't screw back

My **** Trey went to Busta Play and got a new hat

Four Ks at one time, how you shoot back?

Baby girl got a swimming pool, I'm finna backstroke

We was fuckin' for two hours, think my back broke

Bitch said my dick little, but I cracked though

If you ain't out here scrim scraping, what you rap for?

Hundred thousand dollars off one song, what I rap for?

Still tryna decide, is it high-tech or ag mode?

Ain't no a **** upper-M, he just act broke

I'm with a red bone thicker than crack smoke

Try to use your thinking cap, it get your hat broke

I only handle slimy **** with no backbone

This the newest iPhone, but this my trap phone

Wasn't even talkin' 'bout no dead bodies on the track phone

I'm tryna text my other bitch, I use track phone

I listened to your lil' tape, it was wack though

Well, at least you gotta listen from your baby, I ain't cap though

I love rap so much, I even listen to the opps

Where the fuck would I be if I listened to my pops?

He ain't even say shit

I ain't even see the **** till I was eighteen

I seen Kyrie make thirty thousand off fake green

The way you **** pouring up, it make me hate lean

Made my bitch drink a pint, and her pussy just taste lean

Lil' bro, stamp somethin' for me, and he eighteen