​ksubi/do it lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in the trap house posted with the shooters

[Chorus]
Talking 'bout money, n*gga, let's get to it, yeah
Big racks hanging out these 10k Ksubis
And the top floor looking like a movie
Yeah, I'm in the trap house posted with the shooters
And I'm on the West Coast smoking Backwoods
Whole lotta gas, we done smoked a whole QP
Heard a pus*y n*gga want smoke, tell him, "Let's do it"
Know the b*tch wanna f*ck, told her, "Let's get to it," yeah
I'm sipping on purple fluid
Would've cuffed the b*tch but that lil' hoe just blew it
Went and copped the Rick, told myself I would do it
Finna cop a stick and go practice my shooting
See I'm winning, b*tch, and these n*ggas be losing
Keep it real, lil' b*tch, and that sh*t in my music
Running up the racks saying hallelujah
No these n*ggas racks, I can't even use 'em

[Verse]
[?] drip closet like a museum
When we in this b*tch, all these hoes be choosin'
I don't know this n*gga, I'm like, "Who is you?"
All these bird b*tches, call them b*tches toucans
I just did the Raf, n*gga, I don't do Vans
I'm not good at math, n*gga, I just do bands
And I run it up, think I need some track pants
Geeking out with plugs, n*gga, I don't do friends
And I still love the drugs but I do not do Xans
And when she suck me up, know she using two hands
Yes, I do what I want, n*gga, f*ck what you said
And I just sent her home, she said she don't do head
I might make a new song thumbin' through some new bread (I'm doing this sh*t right now n*gga, no cap)
Having hella fifties, n*gga, I want some blue bread
They told me run it up, young n*gga do that
We be punching sh*t until it turn blue blood
We get money b*tch, damn, I thought you knew that
Damn, I took your b*tch, you can't have your boo back
Rolling with the gang [?]
And I put my things in my f*cking ghoul bag
Tryna cross the gang, n*gga, I wouldn't do that
She want diamond rings n*gga and some new fashion
And I'm Lonely, yes, b*tch, I can do magic
If it's 'bout a check, n*gga, I'ma make it happen
[Chorus]
Talking 'bout money, n*gga, let's get to it, yeah
Big racks hanging out these 10k Ksubis
And the top floor looking like a movie
Yeah, I'm in the trap house posted with the shooters
And I'm on the West Coast smoking Backwoods
Whole lotta gas, we done smoked a whole QP
Heard a pus*y n*gga want smoke, tell him, "Let's do it"
Know the b*tch wanna f*ck, told her, "Let's get to it," yeah
I'm sipping on purple fluid
Would've cuffed the b*tch but that lil' hoe just blew it
Went and copped the Rick, told myself I would do it
Finna cop a stick and go practice my shooting
See I'm winning b*tch and these n*ggas be losing
Keep it real, lil' b*tch, and that sh*t in my music
Running up the racks saying hallelujah
No these n*ggas racks, I can't even use 'em

[Outro]
(Top floor looking like a movie)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Trap house posted with the shooters)
Yeah
(Talking 'bout money, yeah, n*gga, let's do it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah