Do Me ft. Walter Lyrics

I come from Hub City, I'ma keep reppin'

Leaving the city been temptin'

My baby worried and stressin'

Wondering where I've been stretchin'

You know my type and I'm flexin'

I like my women from Texas

Everything bigger, them blessings

She came from Houston or was it from Memphis

I guess I forgot, I ain't pay much attention

She don't give a fuck she got her own life

I been doing me since I turned five

I don't hit a slur I got my words right

But I don't hit the lean, I hit the turnpike

I don't go to church, I got church fright

If I bought her purse, bought her purse twice

Every song I hit, man that verse nice

Busy just writing my own life

I'm a do me

Aye

Baby yeah, I'm a do me

Aye, yeah

Baby yeah, I'm a do me

I'm a keep smoking my tree

They gon' keep sippin' that tea

Fuck what a hater think

Baby yeah, I'm a do me, uh

I never leave out my team

We feel Mike twenty three

Shooting the shot for the win

I ain't here tryna compete

I got more songs that I made last week

I don't make records to peak

I make my records to speak

Speak to the youth 'bout the bleek

I ain't here tryna intrigue

I'm a do me

I just come off with the facts

I built the stu' and said no turning back

I did a hook and knew I killed the track

Now I'ma ask for a rack

Don't hold me back from my paper 'cuz really it's all that I got

Don't give my money to strangers who pop with erratic behavior

And act like I own 'em a rock

Fuck 'round and flop

How can I tell if somebody is real with me

When I see them for a sec

I think we all want to win but get lost in the thoughts and then we make it way too complex

I might just let all my thoughts flow inside of a session

These couple weeks built me up some new aggression

Told my boy we got it next

I said that shit with my chest

Are you impressed

I'm a do me

Fuck it yeah, I'm a do me

Aye, oh

I'ma a keep smoking my tree

Fuck what a hater think

I'm a just keep doing me

Fuck em'

I'm a do me

My bitch five foot three

Everytime I smoke OG

I cannot feel I'm chilling

Pop out on fire for real

If he rapping I kill em' for free

That's how I'm feeling

I'm need a whole ten million

I'm a need a hoe that's real and

I'm not tryna pose for pictures

I be tryna hold these bills

I need my business to build

I want ten thousand a show

I cannot motherfuckin' chill

I go to motherfuckin' work

Write till they dead and they curbed

I got my head in the clouds

I'll put your head in the dirt

Give me my cheddar my worth

I been on grind for some years

Gave em' the blood and the tears

That's why I'm mothafuckin' here

That's why they nothing they fear

They know I run it it's clear

I'm putting bets on the team

Don't feel no pressure I breathe

Told me that they best believe

I'm a do

I'm a do me

Aye

Fuck it I'm a do me

Aye, oh

I'm a keep smoking my tree

Fuck what a hater think

I'm a just keep doing me

Fuck 'em

Aye aye

I'm a do me