Do It!

Ay, do It for the 7, do It for the 3 Do It for the 9, do It for the 5 Do It for the 7, do It for the 3 Do It for the by, do It for the by Do It for the 7, do It for the 3 Do It for the 9, do It for the 5 Do It for the 7, do It for the 3 Do It for the by, do It for the by West side (This bass is knocking) But so do my rhymes, nigga I’m one of a kind, nigga I tried to tell ‘em there ain’t no stopping My shit is perfect I manifested it way back I give out hearses for verses they always jumping on my dicks So f*ck it, pull down the curtains I was the first to go to school The first to wake up for service Pray the Lord I’m in my bag but you can call it a Birkin These rap niggas never step up to me I’m making them nervous I’m probably God Body, Bob Marley, Tom Hardy, nigga yes I’m probably God Body, Bob Marley, Tom Hardy in the flesh Ay, do It for the 7, do It for the 3 Do It for the 9, do It for the 5 Do It for the 7, do It for the 3 Do it for the by, do it for the by Do It for the 7, do It for the 3 Do It for the 9, do It for the 5 Do It for the 7, do It for the 3 Do it for the by, do it for the by West side