What It Do lyrics

[Intro]
Akachi on the beat, lil' b*tch
CBass, b*tch
Yo', what it do, n*gga? Yo', yo'

[Chorus]
What it do, n*gga?
When you leave the crib, you always keep the tool with you
I'm so dope, they prolly thought I was a glue sniffer
Joey spazzin' on the beat, but he a cool n*gga
If you ain't starve with me, don't wanna eat no food with you
I'm smokin' wax because your weed don't get me high enough
I keep a pistol on me, n*gga, please don't act so tough
I'm drinkin' wocky, gettin' tipsy out the sippy cup
She gon' top me cause she with me, she don't give a f*ck
The only thing that I don't get is talkin' out ya' ass
These n*ggas wishin' I was broke, but I don't understand

[Verse 1]
I be spending all this money if I never had it
Gettin' Benji's before twenty's, I swear, it's just a habit
I shop a lot, I'm in the mall, I never check a price
In Dior out in Puerto Rico, eatin' steak and rice
Keep it on me, pull that trigger, we ain't thinkin' twice
I get them haters at ya' head like they some f*ckin' lice
This n*ggas sayin' he's the goat, I taught you how to rap
He bringing [?] out in public, don't know how to act
You boys my sons, I got to school 'em, like Professor Trap
I tell my shooters you a problem, let me get you whacked
I might just lean on my bands
I'm off a bean and a gram
I met your girl, she a fan, wait, yeah
Uh, you n*ggas will never touch
n*gga, I never give f*cks, uh
I do that flow way too much now
Haha, uh, but they still rockin' with me, uh
I got a pot that's-, uh-uh-uh
I got a pot that's fifty, hoe
b*tch, look, I gotta get my bread, uh
Why these n*ggas mad? Uh
I don't understand, look
What? Look, n*ggas hating on me, uh
Boy, you mad baloney, uh
Please stop actin' phony
[Chorus]
What it do, n*gga?
When you leave the crib, you always keep the tool with you
I'm so dope, they prolly thought I was a glue sniffer
Joey spazzin' on the beat, but he a cool n*gga
If you ain't starve with me, don't wanna eat no food with you
I'm smokin' wax because your weed don't get me high enough
I keep a pistol on me, n*gga, please don't act so tough
I'm drinkin' wocky, gettin' tipsy out the sippy cup
She gon' top me cause she with me, she don't give a f*ck
The only thing that I don't get is talkin' out ya' ass
These n*ggas wishin' I was broke, but I don't understand

[Verse 2]
Yo', what it do, my G?
Look at my pendant, G
Look at my jewelry
I can just flex on, I do it beautifully
I got a dot on my eyes, I gotta count my cheese
I let my choppa fire, put his ass on a T
Be on my alphabet sh*t, I always come and wreck sh*t
I rock the Robins too much, I always throw a check, sh*t
What? Huh, huh, I always go and wreck sh*t
I always go and wreck sh*t, look
Where the cash at? Where the guns?
f*ck the drugs, where your stash at?
n*ggas plottin', boy, you wildin', where your bands at?
I'm so cold the choppa blowin', where your fans at?
I'm so cold, that's prolly why they call me Trap Jack
I'm in the Benzerelli Bentley flippin' damn that
I pull up [?] f*ckin' n*ggas mad at
Oh, that's your b*tch, I pay a hundred, prolly slam that
In the [?]
What it do, n*gga?