CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : I Do This Sh!t
I just dropped a f**king bag, on these Louboutins (b*t*h)
I just pull up do the dash I’m like “Move lil’ b*t*h” (Lil b*t*h)
Yeah you got that blick but you ain’t really shooting sh*t
You come from the bricks but you ain’t really shooting sh*t (b*t*h)
Come at me, b*t*h come correct or get yo noodles split (b*t*h)
So much ho’s up in phone, I don’t know who to hit (b*t*h)
f**k that b*t*h then kick her out I got a newer b*t*h (b*t*h)
That’s facts about me, ask about me b*t*h I do this sh*t
I ain’t know Polo was in this motha’f**king pack
Catch Lil’ Polo lacking and put 2 up in his f**king back
I want all the smoke, b*t*h all the smoke my n***a send it back
Oh you think this sh*t cap? You get no pass, you getting f**king whacked
I’m a “540” killer, real stone cold driller
This ain’t just a rap nah this a fact, you better listen n***a
Nah don’t get me started, we go retarded with them pistols n***a
Stop rapping ‘bout yo pu**y ass block before we spin it n***a
Clip extended n***a, so you know we spinning n***a
I’m the realest n***a with my racks stacked up to the ceiling n***a
Stop, so much cap up in his talk, put up cap up in his top
When I pull up to the spot, don’t ask these n***a what I dropped
I just dropped a f**king bag, on these Louboutins (b*t*h)
I just pull up do the dash I’m like “Move lil’ b*t*h” (Lil b*t*h)
Yeah you got that blick but you ain’t really shooting sh*t
You come from the bricks but you ain’t really shooting sh*t (b*t*h)
Come at me, b*t*h come correct or get yo noodles split (b*t*h)
So much ho’s up in phone, I don’t know who to hit (b*t*h)
f**k that b*t*h then kick her out I got a newer b*t*h (b*t*h)
That’s facts about me, ask about me b*t*h I do this sh*t
f**k Polo, he a pack
Smoke him like it’s f**king gas
I want all the smoke cause, he get shot right in his f**king ass
With this gat, if you talkin’ bad we can run it back
Get off lil’ b*t*h, I know you want some d**k but I ain’t tryna hit
Pop up with smoke in the 30, I pop out
If he get to running that sh*t finna hurt him
No mattress warehouse but he laid down
I got that choppa, it pop for my PayPal
If you talk slick then you know you get gunned down
I don’t talk, no I’m ‘bout my pay now, woah
We don’t do the sneak dissing sh*t, you know what i’m sayin?
I got guns in my teeth, when I smile it’s Berettea
You already know the deal, Baemax, OLT
You know, this our year bruh let’s get it
(What I drop?)
I just dropped a f**king bag, on these Louboutins (b*t*h)
I just pull up do the dash I’m like “Move lil’ b*t*h” (Lil b*t*h)
Yeah you got that blick but you ain’t really shooting sh*t
You come from the bricks but you ain’t really shooting sh*t (b*t*h)
Come at me, b*t*h come correct or get yo noodles split (b*t*h)
So much ho’s up in phone, I don’t know who to hit (b*t*h)
f**k that b*t*h then kick her out I got a newer b*t*h (b*t*h)
That’s facts about me, ask about me b*t*h I do this sh*t
I just pull up do the dash I’m like “Move lil’ b*t*h” (Lil b*t*h)
Yeah you got that blick but you ain’t really shooting sh*t
You come from the bricks but you ain’t really shooting sh*t (b*t*h)
Come at me, b*t*h come correct or get yo noodles split (b*t*h)
So much ho’s up in phone, I don’t know who to hit (b*t*h)
f**k that b*t*h then kick her out I got a newer b*t*h (b*t*h)
That’s facts about me, ask about me b*t*h I do this sh*t
I ain’t know Polo was in this motha’f**king pack
Catch Lil’ Polo lacking and put 2 up in his f**king back
I want all the smoke, b*t*h all the smoke my n***a send it back
Oh you think this sh*t cap? You get no pass, you getting f**king whacked
I’m a “540” killer, real stone cold driller
This ain’t just a rap nah this a fact, you better listen n***a
Nah don’t get me started, we go retarded with them pistols n***a
Stop rapping ‘bout yo pu**y ass block before we spin it n***a
Clip extended n***a, so you know we spinning n***a
I’m the realest n***a with my racks stacked up to the ceiling n***a
Stop, so much cap up in his talk, put up cap up in his top
When I pull up to the spot, don’t ask these n***a what I dropped
I just dropped a f**king bag, on these Louboutins (b*t*h)
I just pull up do the dash I’m like “Move lil’ b*t*h” (Lil b*t*h)
Yeah you got that blick but you ain’t really shooting sh*t
You come from the bricks but you ain’t really shooting sh*t (b*t*h)
Come at me, b*t*h come correct or get yo noodles split (b*t*h)
So much ho’s up in phone, I don’t know who to hit (b*t*h)
f**k that b*t*h then kick her out I got a newer b*t*h (b*t*h)
That’s facts about me, ask about me b*t*h I do this sh*t
f**k Polo, he a pack
Smoke him like it’s f**king gas
I want all the smoke cause, he get shot right in his f**king ass
With this gat, if you talkin’ bad we can run it back
Get off lil’ b*t*h, I know you want some d**k but I ain’t tryna hit
Pop up with smoke in the 30, I pop out
If he get to running that sh*t finna hurt him
No mattress warehouse but he laid down
I got that choppa, it pop for my PayPal
If you talk slick then you know you get gunned down
I don’t talk, no I’m ‘bout my pay now, woah
We don’t do the sneak dissing sh*t, you know what i’m sayin?
I got guns in my teeth, when I smile it’s Berettea
You already know the deal, Baemax, OLT
You know, this our year bruh let’s get it
(What I drop?)
I just dropped a f**king bag, on these Louboutins (b*t*h)
I just pull up do the dash I’m like “Move lil’ b*t*h” (Lil b*t*h)
Yeah you got that blick but you ain’t really shooting sh*t
You come from the bricks but you ain’t really shooting sh*t (b*t*h)
Come at me, b*t*h come correct or get yo noodles split (b*t*h)
So much ho’s up in phone, I don’t know who to hit (b*t*h)
f**k that b*t*h then kick her out I got a newer b*t*h (b*t*h)
That’s facts about me, ask about me b*t*h I do this sh*t
