Do It Again (Original) lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm tryna run up them bands
Give that to my friends, so I can go do it again
I come from where you don't win
Finally won, but scared I'ma lose it again
f*ck on his b*tch, send her back to her n*gga
She hittin' my phone, tryna do it again
Hand-me-downs was all I rocked
I ain't have no guap, no, I can't go through it again

[Verse 1]
I got on Gucci, this ain't even drip, my n*gga
Don't you see I'm rich, my n*gga?
You got a Glock but a b*tch, my n*gga
You ain't ever hit no n*gga
He talkin' hot, guess he wanna get lit, my n*gga
Two-eight in my clip, my n*gga
Shout out my jeweler, my neck look like p*ss, my n*gga
That's why b*tches pick a n*gga
I'm tryna hold up my fist with Rollie my wrist
And every diamond on it hit
Look how I'm holdin' my stick
I'm ready to blitz and put a n*gga on his sh*t
Super hot, I know I'm lit
Remember when I wasn't sh*t
Now everybody want a pic and everybody on my di*k
These n*ggas switchin' sides
If he flippin' sides then we flippin' his whip
f*ck it, ballin' hard, I need a bucket, makin' money, b*tch, I love it
These b*tches be f*ckin', that's why I can't do the lovin'
And that's why I can't do the trustin', I f*cked, then I'm dubbin'
Mama, I'm hot as an oven and all these b*tches tryna touch it
Look how I'm comin', walk in the room and I'm bussin'
Ain't even f*ck and she c*mmin'
[Chorus]
I'm tryna run up them bands
Give that to my friends, so I can go do it again
I come from where you don't win
Finally won, but scared I'ma lose it again
f*ck on his b*tch, send her back to her n*gga
She hittin' my phone, tryna do it again
Hand-me-downs was all I rocked
I ain't have no guap, no, I can't go through it again

[Verse 2]
My n*ggas gon' go and get it, no excuses
Regardless if they lose it, get back up then get straight to it
He got a choppa, won't use it
Big Glock, red dot, let's shoot sh*t
b*tch, I'm too lit, they can't do this
We piped up, f*ck that cool sh*t
They on my di*k 'cause they on my new sh*t
Bad b*tch ratchet, know she from Cleveland
We gon' f*ck that sack up on the weekend
Every day 20K what I bring in
I was hustlin', down in that deep in
Thought I told you I don't give a f*ck
I'ma roll my blunt, stinky, I'm smokin' on skunk
b*tch, I keep my guns
Top off, skrrt off, yeah, too lit, b*tch, we pop for real
My bro came with...