What They Did lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, it's funny how he fly me out, he say we're flyin' forever (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
They say it's a stocked account, but I go buy my b*tch whatever
'Fore I buy her flowers, buy her diamonds, diamonds last forever

[Verse 1]
I ain't paintin' no faces, b*tch, n*gga play, I'm shootin' whoever
If my uncle go against this sh*t, that's on my mama, I'm bringin' pressure
I don't care 'bout makin' a name, f*ck a b*tch only for my pleasure
Why the f*ck this b*tch actin' like she the prize? b*tch, you ain't no treasure
If you f*ck with me, you do what I say, 'cause, b*tch, you in my world
Rob a n*gga, make him put his hands in the air like a f*ckin' Barbie girl
I ain't singin' to a b*tch, who the f*ck you think I am, Robbie Earl?
I ain't braggin' up on no b*tch, you say he ain't f*ckin', you think I can't tell?
I ain't drivin' and takin' no risk, send them bags right through the mail
b*tch, I'm bringin' cash money, won't catch me out, send the sh*t through Zelle
If I get caught with these bricks, that's on my mama, I'm gettin' the chair
I buy ass, I buy titties, and I even buy some hair

[Chorus]
Way I pop out with this switch, they say, "That sh*t there ain't even fair"
Broke her heart and still don't listen, b*tch, you know I don't even care
In the back of the car straight gettin' it, let me f*ck her anywhere
She got some good-ass pus*y, rockin' Givenchy underwear
Mm, lately, I been under the weather
Dripped up in a Moncler sweater
b*tch mad she can't get no cheddar
Blick came in with a new compressor
Huh, n*ggas braggin' 'bout that sh*t, what the f*ck they did?
I just snatched a rapper b*tch up eight ways like a f*ckin' squid
[Verse 2]
Chop a brick up like karate
Ran it up so fast, they thinkin' I went and signed to Illuminati
Throwin' B's up, you would never catch me slidin' in Maseratis
b*tch, I made that Bubba music, but play with cocaine like I'm Gotti
You ain't gotta ask me, do I move? You want it? n*gga, I got it
Got my whole hood in control, n*gga, just like I'm Shawty
Every time that sh*t went down, you ain't have to ask me, n*gga, I shot it
n*gga be fallin' in love with these b*tches, all these b*tches 'bout it
I ain't movin' if I ain't gettin' profit

[Chorus]
Way I pop out with this switch, they say, "That sh*t there ain't even fair"
Broke her heart and still don't listen, b*tch, you know I don't even care
In the back of the car straight gettin' it, let me f*ck her anywhere
She got some good-ass pus*y, rockin' Givenchy underwear
Mm, lately, I been under the weather
Dripped up in a Moncler sweater
b*tch mad she can't get no cheddar
Blick came in with a new compressor
Huh, n*ggas braggin' 'bout that sh*t, what the f*ck they did?
I just snatched a rapper b*tch up eight ways like a f*ckin' squid