I Do It

Album: Funeral (2020)
Charted: 33
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  • Thank God for the first n**** started trapping
    Thank God for the first n**** started rapping
    Thank God for the first girl to start stripping
    And I'mma have to keep it muhf***ing real with 'em
    I got a problem with these n****s
    I got a problem with these b****es
    Trigger finger keep itchin'
    I pull it, I do it

    Hang up on a b****, call it crucified
    Time to go to work, no suit and tie
    Bumpin' Makaveli, I be trappin' at the telly
    My n**** did a dime and he back already
    Got that sack already, man we got them racks already
    As far as your girl, I hit it from the back already
    I tried to get a tan, but I'm black already
    Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already
    Three n****s with me, me myself and I
    God don't like ugly, you should testify
    My T-shirt come from Bergdorf
    I make so much on a verse I take a third off
    Bird call, swerve off
    Bust a nut on her, tell her that's a load off
    Shorty a** soft, like a Nerf ball
    If you don't like what I'm doing, n****, f*** y'all

    Thank God for the first n**** started trapping
    Thank God for the first n**** started rapping
    Thank God for the first girl to start stripping
    And I'mma have to keep it muhf***ing real with 'em
    I got a problem with these n****s
    Got some problems with these b****es
    Trigger finger keep itchin'
    I pull it, I do it

    Drank in my cup, hope this s*** don't spill
    Pull up in the new edition
    And that's word to Johnny Gill
    How I come up with this s***
    And all these verses that I kill
    I have no imagination, everything I do for real
    B**** I'm camouflage down
    Put your camera phone down
    If she got an a** and the girl a fan, it's going down
    I'mma f*** you like I've been waiting a century for it
    Give the p**** up and I'll trade you the memory for it
    In the bedroom forever
    That's what her roommate will tell you
    Man I just hear this s*** and think about what Tunechi will tell you
    He might call up Patricia
    She 'bout to call up Melissa

    Tell 'em come to the cribo
    And do 'em both, double dribble
    I'm colder than a hospital
    She love the dick that I give her
    Hit her from the front, back, side
    Twist her like cigarillos
    I put the gun to the pillow
    I don't want blood on my clothes
    Gotta keep that Trukfit fresh
    Shoutout to all of my hoes
    Tunechi

    That's just how my OG would sum it up
    I been working all winter just to f*** the summer up
    It's just me and 2 Chainz
    But the chain's never tucked though
    If you don't like what I'm doing, n**** f*** y'all

    Thank God for the first n**** started trapping
    Thank God for the first n**** started rapping
    Thank God for the first girl to start stripping
    And I'mma have to keep it muhf***ing real with 'em
    I got a problem with these n****s
    I got a problem with these b****es
    Trigger finger keep itchin'
    I pull it, I do it

    Well if you know like I know
    That p**** pop like pyro
    And she know I'm a pothead
    That p**** like a pothole
    I'm colder than the snot nose
    Man all these hoes is my hoes
    and if she bougie f*** her once
    then leave her hanging, dry clothes
    I just built a cemetery, n****s dying to get in
    N****s lying, they pretend
    Don't cross that line its paper thin
    High as a star, make a wish
    I'm a shark, I ate the fish
    I got no heart, I hate that b****

    You hate that b****, well I hate that b****
    Will jump a n**** like a chessboard
    Do a drive by while you're riding on your skateboard
    They ain't even know it
    Have Drake sing a song just to get her p**** wet
    Then I take her to the crib
    Man f*** that b**** right on the step
    Put it in and take it back out, then I back out
    Hair weave killer known to snatch the f***ing track out
    Put me in the game coach, I'm the antidote
    Pull up, kick, throw and take the money and the dope
    True, 2 Chainz, I'm on a plane and a boat
    I am so cold I need a cover and a coat
    Kick it at the mall, call it football
    If you don't like what I'm doing, n****, f*** y'all

    Y'all ready? 1, 2, 3
    Right now it's me time
    A little time for myself, me time
    Oh yeah, right now it's me time
    Don't want no one else now, me time
    B**** please don't call my phone, don't call my phone
    Said I wanna be left alone, be left alone
    Please, please don't stop by my home
    No, no 'cause I feel it's just matter of time
    Till you people make me lose my mind
    I'm 'bout to leave this world behind
    Right now it's me time
    You need to go kick rocks now
    Me time Writer/s: AUBREY GRAHAM, DWAYNE CARTER, DWAYNE RICHARDSON, GABRIEL ARILLO, TAUHEED EPPS, THOMAS PENTZ
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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