Doin Dat lyrics

[Intro]
(Nick on the track)

[Verse 1: DC2Trill]
Finna walk up in the trap and bust a pint down
n*gga should live in the circus, he be trapping with clowns (Dig?)
I was broke, f*cked up, but now I travel now (I was broke)
f*ck around the trigger, I pull up in Acura, blow 'em down
Make these b*tches do acrobatics when the ones hit the ground (Dig?)
Lil’ Moe, where them n*ggas that was dissing? sh*t, they dying now
Do 'em cold just like December
Sad opps, cry me a river (Me a river)
I'm with the gang, don’t f*ck with n*ggas
He gon' leave with bullets in him
I told Zelly just earlier today, "f*ck these n*ggas" (f*ck 'em)
Pull up, cash out in the 'Rari, that's a light flex (Light flex)
n*ggas claiming bodies they ain't catch, but we ain't like that
I am not a homewrecker, tell him get his wife back

[Chorus: Zelly Ocho]
(Know my name, b*tch)
Yeah, running through the check, you know we doing that, yeah
He can't shoot back, he tried shooting back, yeah
I’m in LA and I got stupid pack
The b*tch said I was dead, well, now I got some stupid racks, yeah
What the f*ck you doing? Why you doing that? Yeah
I just spent ten on some stupid sh*t, yeah
DC came with the Wock’, it had the seal in, yeah
It's different in the city, I be f*cking twins, yeah
[Verse 2: Zelly Ocho]
It’s different with the gang 'cause that's my f*cking kin
I just took a doctor pill, waiting for it to kick in
My brother got the compact, he making that sh*t blend in
I used to pull the plug out, now I'm getting plugged in

[Verse 3: DC2Trill]
This b*tch look like Tracee Ellis Ross, but she not my girlfriend (Yep)
Chalk it up, take your lil’ loss, so you can win then (Gotta dig it)
If if was a fifth, pus*y n*gga, you would be a drunk man (Yeah)
n*gga hoed you out up at the stu', he's a b*tch man
I attract to old-ass drank just like a f*cking magnet (Phew)
n*gga tryna steal my lil' style, f*ck it, you can have it (Phew)
b*tch, you can suck my di*k all around the house, but you better not go in my cabinet (Yeah)
Know if I flash these lil' rolls, she gon' bust it gladly
I know I don't look sh*t like now, but I got bad habits
I know Percs, go to the strip club, I be ass-grabbing (Dig?)
n*ggas be really broke as f*ck, please stay in your lane
Chopper leave a n*gga hunchback just like Notre Dame (Dig?)

[Interlude: DC2Trill]
Yeah, old flunkie-ass n*gga
Like, like, for real, like
You became street when you was nineteen, n*gga, you was a motherf*cking hipster n*gga growing up, n*gga
Old flavorless-ass n*ggas
Stay in your f*cking lane, fool
2T sh*t, n*gga
Yeah
[Chorus: Zelly Ocho]
(Know my name, b*tch)
Yeah, running through the check, you know we doing that, yeah
He can't shoot back, he tried shooting back, yeah
I'm in LA and I got stupid pack
The b*tch said I was dead, well, now I got some stupid racks, yeah
What the f*ck you doing? Why you doing that? Yeah
I just spent ten on some stupid sh*t, yeah
DC came with the Wock', it had the seal in, yeah
It's different in the city, I be f*cking twins