Do It Lyrics

I was trappin', making music

Pull out them racks since you know how to do it

Niggas gon' copy my swag, how I do it

Bitch, what I do, I don't care how you view it

Bitch, I got bands, watch how I do it

Bitch, I got bands, watch how I move

Bitch, I got bands, watch how I do it

Bitch, I got bands, watch how I move

Fuck nigga mad, I been bussin' his bitch

Came from the bottom, I dug out the shit

It's time to turn up, it's time to get rich

It's time to roll up and blow down this bitch

I got the sauce, I got the swag

I got the sauce, I got the swag

It's time to slam on the motherfuckin' gas

These niggas, they cappin', these niggas, they hat

I run up them racks, take a look at my past

Got a few hundred some songs in my drafts

Told this bitch I was a rapper, she laughed

Pull out them racks, watch this bitch come on back

I love to beat up my motherfuckin' bag

This bitch tried to beat up my motherfuckin' bag

No, you can't do that, can't reach in my bag

No, you can't do that, can't be where I'm at

Baby, don't be mad

Better get some money, cause you need that

Bitch, I got a bean for your fiend ass

And I got some weed for your mean ass

I just want some money, I don't need ass

Bitch, I got blue, got green cash

Bitch, I got blue, got pink cash

I'ma get money, I need that

I'ma get money, I need that

I was trappin', making music

Pull out them racks since you know how to do it

Niggas gon' copy my swag, how I do it

Bitch, what I do, I don't care how you view it

Bitch, I got bands, watch how I do it

Bitch, I got bands, watch how I move

Bitch, I got bands, watch how I do it

Bitch, I got bands, watch how I move

Fuck nigga mad, I been bussin' his bitch

Came from the bottom, I dug out the shit

It's time to turn up, it's time to get rich

It's time to roll up and blow down this bitch

I got the sauce, I got the swag

I got the sauce, I got the swag

It's time to slam on the motherfuckin' gas

These niggas, they cappin', these niggas, they hat

I run up them racks, take a look at my past

Got a few hundred some songs in my drafts

Told this bitch I was a rapper, she laughed

Pull out them racks, watch this bitch come on back

I love to beat up my motherfuckin' bag

This bitch tried to beat up my motherfuckin' bag

No, you can't do that, can't reach in my bag

No, you can't do that, can't be where I'm at