Do Boy

Oh nah, it wasn't nuthin I had shawty ridin' around the city, he a do-boy Soufside Soufside Yeah woah Yeah I need dat lamb, yea I'm do for it You not the man, not the plug, you the do-boy Run up dem racks, yea you know what I do, boy I'm ballin' so hard, need a new court Mad cuz I'm hittin' his hoe from the back That's the reason she ain't in the mood for it She talkin' like she want a nigga with money I tell her, well, what you gon' do for it Yea I keep check in', I keep a FN Ain't shit sweet, but the room that we checkin' in I put some rack in the safe, we won't stress again If I call you, my dog never question I hold you down on my dick, never stretch shit I got a son, I can't rest for shit, he need the best n shit Eat on this beat like I ain't got no etiquette If it ain't about no racks, its irrelevant I was, DOPE, way before I was selling it Run up the hunnids, n stack up You can't move forward when you hustlin' shit backwards I put them G's on your head like a packer I had to stay on that block like a tackle I had to have it I need dat lamb, yea I'm do for it You not the man, not the plug, you the do-boy Run up dem racks, yea you know what I do, boy I'm ballin' so hard, need a new court Mad cuz I'm hittin' his hoe from the back That's the reason she ain't in the mood for it She talkin' like she want a nigga with money I tell her, well, what you gon' do for it We had to stay on the block, like we live there I had to kick down the door to get in there Look at my wrist, this cost 250 bus fare Yes, I was dope before I seen a J Before I made me a play, that block where I stay If you need you eight, I not pullin' up late Stop talking bout, that little pounds you be having We know you be working that dough Know you couldn't get you no pussy last night Because block done stretched out that hole Only thing I do and pull up and drop off this wood No I don't work at Lowe's Half of these rappers can't come to the hood Cuz They got on that stand and they told Babymama said he a do-boy I use to serve Rihanna, bag em up, rude boy I ain't building a house, but I'm pullin' out tools, boy Let the drake hit, then it jerk like a new boy Put in this work like a veteran Me n T-Bo, we were dope before selling it We at the nursing house serving the elderly I need dat lamb, yea I'm do for it You not the man, not the plug, you the do-boy Run up dem racks, yea you know what I do, boy I'm ballin' so hard, need a new court Mad cuz I'm hittin' his hoe from the back That's the reason she ain't in the mood for it She talkin' like she want a nigga with money I tell her, well, what you gon' do for it