I'm a do me
I'm a do me
You niggas talkin But they clean We money, gettin money, nothin in between Chasin a hundred mil, gon let nothin intervene Respect the hustle busters gon do that by any Haters I really Put on anything They say I start a lot of shit, I say I things Just like some cream I go in niggas And like a limousine, I stretch a out This what you want now you better take a different route I Bankhead? bitch nigga what is this about Used to when you see me oh we dissin now? Ay the music listen dude I come get wit you now But once hammers sing Just its not a dream We handle just like You hear em that about me, hear I'm sayin this New niggas in ya face, you wasnt sayin shit you say you get 30 mil in six years? listen Forbes put down for 20, was this year And lets get this clear, just you and me That apology was BET not for DTP, I'm me
You do you And I'm do me You do you I'm do me
If you Talkin bout money you ain't talkin shit You wasnt on the list and you ain't ridin in shit You pick a that cost a 100, then you wasted yo time If you think you can do me you out yo mutha fuckin go These niggas insane, yeah fooled A half a million dollar car and some shoes Call the dealership... like yall me Then why the hell you put my where my truck be I'm throwin franklins... I don't ones Smoke a pound every like I don't need lungs Buy em whole sale and retail I'm seafood... yeah fish scales I said I'm so hot... but my house So many that it look like a high school Speakin of school... I never passed that Works here... now where da cash at?
You do you (and what) And I'm do me (ay) You do you (and what) I'm do me (ok) see how its done Then me do me (ay) Wanna see how its Then me do me (yeah)
I'm the big homie... get use to me You suckas ain't even close to what I to be You imaginary rappers swear to GOD that you a key While yall swore to me..i yall ain't street I gets MONEY... dawg I leave you in the trap well thats my grave yard I tried to figure if you mel gibs or nas I wanna where these rappers got this brave hearts Cause that yak-up tear apart any heart So you suckas click-clack about wit GOD You rappers need to stick yo out and take a hike I see man... in a full dike Fuck what you like... ain't a blind date You tryna read a blind, you gotta feel yo way Watch me nigga I'm eat til I'm I'm mr. cocane now me do me