I Do

Okay I do I f*ck on ya hoe but that pussy just cool A shout out to Zay when I hop out the coupe And as soon as I wake I be right in the stu Yeah Uh Okay I do That nigga he tried me he stuck looking foo I cook up a beat when it's nothing to do These niggas want beef I got nothing to prove Uh Yeah Okay I do I'm texting yo shawty that's pool for nudes You still in the dms like nigga get a clue I'm treating my demons like nigga who is you Uh Yeah Okay I do Shawty as bad as her attitude Like how am I gonna be mad at you She getting her way I be mad confused Uh Yeah Okay I do I do I do I do I do I do I do I do Line it up just like a stencil They used to look down on me when I asked for a pencil She off the molly The bean No senzu Shoutout to six for my cover that's Kyndle Read you like a book A nook Or kindle Didn't mean to be rude but I meant to offend you Just like a show girl I really wanna binge you Toddler boy hope you don't break when I bend you Vintage Mc'Donalds shirt that's that Mc'drip Don't carry no scale if you box in the whip Beefing wit me too much dip on your chip Talking that shit I'ma bust up your lip My dick like a arrow I make yo bitch quiver Fresh cut really gon think I'm that nigga I got that Bundy pack this shit a killer If I look through your eyes then I'm labeled a sinner If I look through your eyes I'ma see my demise Swatting these gnats just like some flies No need to fall back Ima tell your ass bye F*ck competition can't fight for what's mines We up in the morning my dick in her spine If I smoke in the car then its nothing to find What they gon do Give me a fine If I ain't living right then Lord give me a sign Niggas they hate for no reason Oh You think that's your friend but that nigga just leaching You talking on twitter You hate from the bleachers Still be that nigga that bang through your speakers Still be that nigga you ask for a feature You hop on my tracks but I swear I don't need you I'm not your father lil girl I can't feed you Let my ex tell it she'd say that I'm evil Let my ex tell it I'm sick and devoid A faggot A bitch Yeah that nigga's a whore Won't let you in bitch I'm slamming them doors Calling my phone I can't do it no more My bad I had to get that off my chest I vent to the beat Better not see me no text I'm doing this thing I don't live with regrets Uh Yeah Thank you Next (Uh) (Yeah) (Uh) I do (Uh) (Yeah) (Uh) I do Watch how I do this Smooth (Uh) (Yeah) (Uh) I do (Uh) (Yeah) I hop in the coupe I do what I do and I make my lil move Uh yeah they want to pursuit Uh yeah what they gon do