Do I lyrics

[Intro: Mulatto]
Ah, sh*t
Oh
Ice, uh-huh
Big Latto
(It's WHIPPED CREAM)

[Verse 1: Mulatto]
Hop out the whip in Dior
I push to start, ain't no key
I blow a bag when I'm bored
Don't leave your n*gga 'round me (Uh)
If I reach in that new Coco, I'm finna go loco, b*tch, you better duck (Uh)
Handle all my problems dolo, I'm pullin' up solo, b*tch, just like my cup
Hop out the 6 (Hop out the 6)
And these b*tches sick (And these b*tches sick)
I take your n*gga and I flood his face, just like my wrist (Just like my wrist)
And I want the smoke, I dare one these rap b*tches go'n drop a diss
The coupe automatic, but you know I'm still riding 'round with that stick

[Chorus: Mulatto, Baby Goth & Both]
b*tch, do I look like I care? (Care)
b*tch, do I look like I'm scared? (Scared)
Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I?
I do not want your man (Your man)
b*tch, do I look likе a fan? (Fan, WHIPPED CREAM)
Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I? (WHIPPED CREAM)
[Verse 2: Baby Goth]
She do not want trouble
Hop out the whip and I'm bustin' your bubblе
We got the piece like a puzzle
Hit like a belt buckle
I let the cookie crumble, he eat it up and it's not subtle
My drip is not humble, Henny buzz just like a bee, bumble (Bzzz)
f*ck like aerobics, he wanna grab it
He want my balance, he want some status
Soon as I cash in, all of 'em dashin'
I leave these hatin'-ass hoes in a casket
Cremating the scene, we not f*ckin' with average
Bringin' the heat, it's gon' leave you in ashes

[Chorus: Both, Baby Goth & Mulatto]
b*tch, do I look like I care? (Care)
b*tch, do I look like I'm scared? (Scared)
Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I?
I do not want you want your man (Your man)
b*tch, do I look like a fan? (Fan)
Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I?

[Verse 3: Mulatto]
These b*tches don't want no trouble
I pull up on b*tches and pop at they bubble
Just want the face, I don't wanna cuddle
Don't want your n*gga 'cause he undercover
Chill at the jeweler with VVs
A rack for the sneaker, they CC
I bet your lil' sister wan' meet me
A n*gga wan' freak me, but I make him eat me
Big Latto worth a cool million
That's why these hoes in they feelings
Creep down your block and I kick door
Them n*ggas still robbing and killing
f*ck do you mean? I don't even read, but I keep magazines
Can't sell my soul for no contract, nah, I ain't on that
b*tch, stop playin' with me
[Chorus: Both & Baby Goth]
b*tch, do I look like I care? (Care)
b*tch, do I look like I'm scared? (Scared)
Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I?
I do not want you want your man (Your man)
b*tch, do I look like a fan? (Fan)
Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)