Do What I Want lyrics

[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Boys gon' do what they can (Lil' n*gga)
Real n*ggas do what they wanna do (Real)
I'ma keep chasing that bag (Bag)
Pour that sh*t up, roll a blunt or two (Gas)
No, we not going out sad
These n*ggas broke and f*cked up, why they mad? (That why they mad)
Playing the games, you get smashed
We leave a n*gga's lil' toe with a tag
I paid the dealer with cash
Pulled out the light and I didn't have a tag (Skrrt)
Oh, that's your ho? Well, I smashed
f*cked in the studio, gave her a rash (Gave her a rash)
Walk in the mall with them racks
And we not checking no tags (Checking no tags)
Diamonds on me and they dancin'
They takin' pictures, I don't need a flash

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
Walk in that b*tch like a popstar
Strum the guitar like a rockstar
Smoking OG like a Rasta
Poppin' some .30, my pistol
These n*ggas pus*y, no, they ain't official (They ain't official)
Rollie wrist sittin' on AP
Gang wanna side, leave a n*gga like eight feet (n*gga like eight feet)
Riding, sipping on [?]
Smoking OG, boy, I'm high as a pilot
I cannot move 'less I get a deposit
Sliding Ducati, told lil' ho "Just ride it"
Where that n*gga? They can't find me
Ride Maybach, four Suburbans behind me
Chop up the brick, feel like residue soft
Whipping the hard, to coke or the chalk
[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Boys gon' do what they can (Lil' n*gga)
Real n*ggas do what they wanna do (Real)
I'ma keep chasing that bag (Bag)
Pour that sh*t up, roll a blunt or two (Gas)
No, we not going out sad
These n*ggas broke and f*cked up, why they mad? (That why they mad)
Playing the games, you get smashed
We leave a n*gga's lil' toe with a tag
I paid the dealer with cash
Pulled out the light and I didn't have a tag (Skrrt)
Oh, that's your ho? Well, I smashed
f*cked in the studio, gave her a rash (Gave her a rash)
Walk in the mall with them racks
And we not checking no tags (Checking no tags)
Diamonds on me and they dancin'
They takin' pictures, I don't need a flash

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
[?] b*tch, yeah, yeah
[?] on the plug, in the [?] (Pablo)
Diamond, they hittin' like they box (Damn)
You a copy, you be lyin' (You a copy)
So much drip, gotta mop it (Drip, drip)
I'm rockin' Gucci, I don't wear Armani (I'm in the Gucci)
I hit that pus*y, it smell like Dasani
[?] AP, that's that perfect timing (AP bust down)
All I really want is money (I want the money)
Still servin' on a Sunday (Still servin' on a Sunday)
Rockin' Off-White, I don't wear Tommy (Off-White)
sh*ttin' on n*ggas like I f*cked up my stomach (I f*cked up my stomach)
I got a b*tch named London from London (London)
Lil' n*gga, I make somethin' out of nothing (Lil' n*gga)
I'm on that chase for that paper, I'm running (Gimme that)
These n*ggas some clowns, they really be funny (Haha)
[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Boys gon' do what they can (Lil' n*gga)
Real n*ggas do what they wanna do (Real)
I'ma keep chasing that bag (Bag)
Pour that sh*t up, roll a blunt or two (Gas)
No, we not going out sad
These n*ggas broke and f*cked up, why they mad? (That why they mad)
Playing the games, you get smashed
We leave a n*gga's lil' toe with a tag
I paid the dealer with cash
Pulled out the light and I didn't have a tag (Skrrt)
Oh, that's your ho? Well, I smashed
f*cked in the studio, gave her a rash (Gave her a rash)
Walk in the mall with them racks
And we not checking no tags (Checking no tags)
Diamonds on me and they dancin'
They takin' pictures, I don't need a flash