Do What I Got 2

Ayy, y'a, I been ya Drinkin' too much, don't you touch my cup Got a pretty bad bitch, boutta stick it' in her gut Don't you hang around me, bro, you got bad luck If you need that pack, then my homie sets it up I'm a white boy in the cut, tell my ma I said what's up Tell ma papa get the f*ck up off my phone Cause, I don't f*ck with you, can't hang around with lames Only smoking dank, yo, shawty at my crib Yeah, she gave me brain Like a surgeon, bitch, I'm stackin' all this paper Don't you call my phone, cause I'ma talk to you later Money hungry as it gets, like a damn alligator Man, this life ain't fair, but it's in my favor She on my dick, cause she really likes the flavor She really like that taste, that taste, put it in her face I think you know how it goes, bro That's a closed case, bitch Ayy, uh, no, don't you try and cancel me Like adobe where you're manners be, bitch Sorry, y'all can't handle meeee And I do what I got to, got a fast car Now these cops on, my ass to I be on Route nine, Q50, Runnin laps dude You know I don't cap, dude I just find some beats, and I really like to rap too I was in the class, booted up off That gas boof, the teacher Told me I won't amount to shit Now watch me stack this loot Ayy, tell me what it do you do Tell me what you want I can cut you off, quicker then I put you on I should take your chain and go sell it to the pawn Cut these pussies off, like Pedro on that lawn mower I do not condone drama I just run them damn coma's I know I'm a damn problem I'd be the one who has to solve 'em Yeah, I dropped out of college Yeah, I know I had to get it Life ain't fair, but I do what I got to Drinkin' too much Don't you touch my cup, got a pretty, bad hoe Put it in her gut Don't you hang around me, bro You got bad luck Tell my ma, tell my ma I said, what's up Huh Tell my ma I said, what's up What's up, ma Yeah Tell my ma I said, what's up Ayy, I tell my ma I said, what's up Tell my ma I said, what's up Tell my ma