DO EM IN lyrics
by Internet Money
[Intro]
Yeah, uh, uh, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
[Chorus]
Uh, my cup to the brim (Brim)
Racks to the brim, yeah
Uh, that's another M (M), huh, that’s another M (Yo)
This b*tch stay on go-o-o-o, that's another spin (Woah, spin)
Buy a big-ass crib, oh-uh-ah, that's another pin (That’s another pin, yeah)
Can't swap out my feelings, woah-woah (Woah-woah), that's another blitz (Yeah, yeah)
I swapped out my cameras, I keep big ARs, b*tch (ARs)
Please don't think sh*t cool, trust me, I'm not feeling them (No, no, no, no)
Please don't think I'm rude, trust me, it's just hard to care (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse]
Send shots, fire them, butt shots
Shawty got them butt shots, she thick as sh*t
Cookin’ up, my blunt doin’ push-ups, yeah, I'm high as sh*t
Bookin’ up, fryin' b*tches, look up when you suck this di*k
Smokin' on fire, we just made a lot and doubled it (Yеah, yeah, yeah)
My life satirе, I don't like them n*ggas, do ’em in (Yeah, yeah)
f*ck a flat tire, my brand-new sh*t don't need air to spin
These n*ggas half-wired, I make way more bread than all of them
These n*ggas half-fried
[Chorus]
Uh, my cup to the brim (Brim)
Racks to the brim, yeah
Uh, that's another M (M), huh, that's another M (Yo)
This b*tch stay on go-o-o-o, that's another spin (Woah, spin)
Buy a big-ass crib, oh-uh-ah, that's another pin (That's another pin, yeah)
Can't swap out my feelings, woah-woah (Woah-woah), that's another blitz (Yeah, yeah)
I swapped out my cameras, I keep big ARs, b*tch (ARs)
Please don't think sh*t cool, trust me, I'm not feeling them (No, no, no, no)
Please don't think I'm rude, trust me, it's just hard to care (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, my cup to the brim (Brim)
Racks to the brim, yeah
That's another M (M), huh, that's another M (Yo)
This b*tch stay on go-o-o-o, that's another spin (Woah, spin)
Buy a big-ass crib, oh-uh-ah, that's another pin (That's another pin, yeah)
Can't swap out my feelings, woah-woah (Woah-woah), that's another blitz (Yeah, yeah)
I swapped out my cameras, I keep big ARs, b*tch (ARs)
Please don't think sh*t cool, trust me, I'm not feeling them (No, no, no, no)
Please don't think I'm rude, trust me, it's just hard to care (Yeah, yeah, yeah)