What It Do Lyrics

Nytemare what it do (gangsta ) Ok

What it do (what it do)

You know (you know)

Time to show these hatin' people what it do (what it do)

I'm strapped up in my Chucks blowing fruit (blowing fruit)

I blow a pound, got these bitches gettin' loose (gettin' loose)

Damn right best believe this what it do (what it do)

Time to show these hatin' people what it do (what it do)

I'm strapped up in my Chucks blowing fruit (blowing fruit)

I blow a pound, got these bitches gettin' loose (gettin' loose)

Damn right best believe this what it do (what it do)

Okay, I'm in it to win it You start it, I finish,

I keep the sexy women they swear a nigga pimpin',

My new package is crippin' I just got me a shipment

I'm just smokin no serving bout to go get her some jewelry

On that face like a contact, bring it to your doormat

Respondin' to that feedback smokin' if I'm breathin', cat

Hide ya fur its open season on the block, that's the reason

On the clock any season I don't know you, I ain't speakin'

Now what you lookin' at bih what you lookin' at

I'm super swagged up, I know what you lookin at

I stack racks on hoes back, smoke fast sacks in Cadillac

Some of y'all didn't get that, ain't with that But feel that,

That's me, I'm so G Call me E-40,

Its Oskie Doski, I'm rollin' up this chokie

Everything is gravy she call me her baby

I fuck her like a dog, but I treat her like a lady

Time to show these hatin' people what it do (what it do)

I'm strapped up in my Chucks blowing fruit (blowing fruit)

I blow a pound, got these bitches gettin' loose (gettin' loose)

Damn right best believe this what it do (what it do)

Time to show these hatin' people what it do (what it do)

I'm strapped up in my Chucks blowing fruit (blowing fruit)

I blow a pound, got these bitches gettin' loose (gettin' loose)

Damn right best believe this what it do (what it do)

Keep some dollars in my pocket and some money on my mind

Nine on my waistline, since your worried bout mine

If you ever heard about me, we can do it anytime

I be grindin' like a motherfucker, badder than a motherchucker

Street ballin' on these hoes, call you boy the GOAT

All you rode a Titanic only two on my boat

I'm relaxin' on the dock, you still tryin to stay afloat

I ain't stressin', I'm just laughin how these motherfuckers choke

I done helped some niggas out they ain't show me love back

Lot of shit went sour people stabbed me in the back

Man, fuck em, man, just fuck em, fuck em all till I die

If you think I'm talkin' bout you, you can meet me outside

Never die, multiply, buckle down, for the ride

If I crash and burn the flames, comin' back and burnin flames

Can't let this shit slide, got a grudge on my name

Nightmare on EverGreen, it's the return of the G