Really Do It lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Damn, E this a classic
East side n*gga
Seven mile n*gga
f*ck a squad sh*t n*gga, that gang sh*t, that 48205 sh*t n*gga
H-Town, Red Zone, 48205 the long way n*gga
Gang, squad
SB till the world blow
Free Ball, n*gga
Ay Cash f*ck these n*ggas
Rest in peace T-Boz n*gga, Rest in peace Sleaze, n*gga
Killa let me hit that weed
Ay

[Verse 1]
Five hundred dollars for a motherf*ckin' hoodie
Yo' man's in the club by his self, I smell pus*y
Gang in this b*tch n*gga all you smell is cookie
Them percs got a n*gga on the edge so don't push me
Cappin' ass n*ggas must don't know who they dealin' with
Stump her n*gga right in front of her mind yo' business b*tch
Michael Myers of the rap game I been killin' sh*t
You can go and buy a thousand guns and you still a b*tch
Turn some cheese down f*ck your party I ain't feelin' it
Let her shoot the bag if she run off imma kill the b*tch
Is you n*ggas really paying homage or you stealing sh*t
Toonman with this motherf*cker I be drillin' sh*t
We ain't gotta hit no more licks b*tch I'm straight
You gon' do what when you see me I can't wait
n*ggas sippin drink tryin' to be sweet but I'm addicted to it
You could have Jesus on your tape I won't listen to it
All that di*k riding you should let the b*tches do it
Barely seen me with the fam I been gettin' to it
The old me dead and gone somewhere in the sewage
Everybody talkin' bout it but who really do it?