Imma Do Me [Main]

(Laughing) (MaC AsYLuM) Pop-pop-pop-pop Skit-skit-skit-skit Pop-pop-pop-pop Skit-skit-skit-skit Imma do me The only one I can be Imma get you poppin' 'n' lockin' Nobody stoppin' what I'm hockin' G Mind yo damn B I always stay true to me Track droppin', stack ballin, cash mobbin Like robbin' the Dollar Tree Imma do me The only one I can be Imma get you poppin' 'n' lockin' Nobody stopping what I'm hocking G Mind yo damn B I always stay true to me Track droppin', stack ballin, cash mobbin Like robbing the Dollar Tree The story of me, The one you popped in to see My voice is audibly Ballin G Get you bobbin' 'n rockin' me Store's stockin' my quantity And your blasting me hostilely Follow me! 'Cause I need some fucking cash or Robbing Dollar Tree Obviously, messing round with that comedy Constantly this hot comodities Running out of economy 'n my modesty Dropping lower than it outta be The best you own in quality Obsessed with me? I might possibly Don't wanna f*ck around with a prodigy Make me enemy I get viscous It's a prophecy, ya witness Trap ya king with my bishop Dish up this mix up filling six cups Take your queen as my mistress Illest in this industry Slick spit, you feeling me? 'Cause I'm fearless, but I'm broke Oops man goddamn, I think I may have misspoke I am scared of one thing That's I'll make it big 'n I'll croak Finally making that dough 'n then I'll have a fuckin' stroke God'll be slapping his knee Like he was just telling a joke Imma do me The only one I can be Imma get you poppin' 'n' lockin' Nobody stopping what I'm hocking G Mind yo damn B I always stay true to me Track droppin', stack balliin', cash mobbin Like robbing the Dollar Tree Imma do me The only one I can be Imma get you poppin' 'n' lockin' Nobody stopping what I'm hocking G Mind yo damn B I always stay true to me Track droppin', stack balliin', cash mobbin Like robbing the Dollar Tree A bad mothafucka 'n I got a bad bitch I'm bouta pull yo number if you talking like a snitch Bouta flip you like a switch I'll leave you dead in a ditch Or make you hold my pocket Like you was a prison bitch Chuggin' whiskey the same I'm fearing a pile up I been swervin' in my lane I been high for a while f*ck Down another 40oz in my mouth with a swish Pill-pop another back until my skin wanna itch Y'all are too vanilla don't wanna f*ck with a killa Order your death like I was 'Hun the Atilla' I choose not to lose 'n I got a short fuse On the booze, gettin' shaken, I might ooze up on your shoes Nickname 'Boo-Boos', not a ruse Don't misuse or you're cruising for a bruise When I knock you out your shoes Try to wake me up, I'll be abusing the snooze 'N every girl wanna hop, 'cause of my size-13 shoes Imma do me The only one I can be Imma get you poppin' 'n' lockin' Nobody stopping what I'm hocking G Mind your damn B I always stay true to me Track droppin', stack balliin', cash mobbin Like robbing the Dollar Tree Imma do me The only one I can be Imma get you poppin' 'n' lockin' Nobody stopping what I'm hocking G Mind your damn B I always stay true to me Track droppin', stack balliin', cash mobbin Like robbing the Dollar Tree