Do it Lyrics

Too cold, no flex, nine to five my check Niggas clowning for respect, me and broke

niggas don't mesh Niggas dying for the streets, who gon' ride

for me

European, my jeans, different stitch to my jeans

Filling up my sesh, think I'm little boy, I'm Ness

Got a big heart in my chest, I'm too big for a vest

This ain't check cause I play chess, ain't no custa, I digress

Niggas talking up they side neck, I don't need no sidekick

Remember I stole my first sidekick, they got my mane from my side bitch

In that bedroom, I'm a tyrant, her head screw, I call the flathead

Walking like I'm in the pageant, no lie I'm in the fashion

D-A-R-A on this jacket, line coming by the packets

Yeah, should I give it to him

Yeah, give it to him Should I give it to him

Yeah, watch how I do it to him yeah, should I give it to him

Give it to him Yeah, should I give it to him

Yeah, watch how I do it to him

Too cold, no flex, nine to five my check Niggas clowning for respect, me and broke

Niggas don't mesh, niggas dying for the streets

Who gon' ride for me

European my jeans, different stitch in my seams

Uncommon my breed, twin bitches side me

D-A-R-A nigga tried me, got niggas aiming at your tree

I told them to stay close to me, might stay at the murder scene

Till my dark thoughts intervene, give a good sauce to Jimmy Dean

Yeah, should I give it to him

Yeah, give it to him Should I give it to him

Yeah, watch how I do it to him Yeah, give it to him

Should I give it to him

Yeah, give it to him Watch how I do it to him

9 to 5 my check Niggas clowning for respect, me and broke

Niggas don't mesh, niggas dying for the streets

Do it to him Do it to him

Should I do it to him

Watch how I do it to him

Hello

Oh shit, I ain't even on my phone