I Do This Sh!t lyrics

[Hook]
I just dropped a f*cking bag, on these Louboutins (b*tch)
I just pull up do the dash I’m like “Move lil’ b*tch” (Lil b*tch)
Yeah you got that blick but you ain’t really shooting sh*t
You come from the bricks but you ain’t really shooting sh*t (b*tch)
Come at me, b*tch come correct or get yo noodles split (b*tch)
So much ho’s up in phone, I don’t know who to hit (b*tch)
f*ck that b*tch then kick her out I got a newer b*tch (b*tch)
That’s facts about me, ask about me b*tch I do this sh*t

[Verse 1: Young OLT]
I ain’t know Polo was in this motha’f*cking pack
Catch Lil’ Polo lacking and put 2 up in his f*cking back
I want all the smoke, b*tch all the smoke my n*gga send it back
Oh you think this sh*t cap? You get no pass, you getting f*cking whacked
I’m a “540” killer, real stone cold driller
This ain’t just a rap nah this a fact, you better listen n*gga
Nah don’t get me started, we go retarded with them pistols n*gga
Stop rapping ‘bout yo pus*y ass block before we spin it n*gga
Clip extended n*gga, so you know we spinning n*gga
I’m the realest n*gga with my racks stacked up to the ceiling n*gga
Stop, so much cap up in his talk, put up cap up in his top
When I pull up to the spot, don’t ask these n*gga what I dropped

[Hook]
I just dropped a f*cking bag, on these Louboutins (b*tch)
I just pull up do the dash I’m like “Move lil’ b*tch” (Lil b*tch)
Yeah you got that blick but you ain’t really shooting sh*t
You come from the bricks but you ain’t really shooting sh*t (b*tch)
Come at me, b*tch come correct or get yo noodles split (b*tch)
So much ho’s up in phone, I don’t know who to hit (b*tch)
f*ck that b*tch then kick her out I got a newer b*tch (b*tch)
That’s facts about me, ask about me b*tch I do this sh*t
[Verse 2: Baemax]
f*ck Polo, he a pack
Smoke him like it’s f*cking gas
I want all the smoke cause, he get shot right in his f*cking ass
With this gat, if you talkin’ bad we can run it back
Get off lil’ b*tch, I know you want some di*k but I ain’t tryna hit
Pop up with smoke in the 30, I pop out
If he get to running that sh*t finna hurt him
No mattress warehouse but he laid down
I got that choppa, it pop for my PayPal
If you talk slick then you know you get gunned down
I don’t talk, no I’m ‘bout my pay now, woah

[Bridge: Baemax]
We don’t do the sneak dissing sh*t, you know what i’m sayin?
I got guns in my teeth, when I smile it’s Berettea
You already know the deal, Baemax, OLT
You know, this our year bruh let’s get it
(What I drop?)

[Hook]
I just dropped a f*cking bag, on these Louboutins (b*tch)
I just pull up do the dash I’m like “Move lil’ b*tch” (Lil b*tch)
Yeah you got that blick but you ain’t really shooting sh*t
You come from the bricks but you ain’t really shooting sh*t (b*tch)
Come at me, b*tch come correct or get yo noodles split (b*tch)
So much ho’s up in phone, I don’t know who to hit (b*tch)
f*ck that b*tch then kick her out I got a newer b*tch (b*tch)
That’s facts about me, ask about me b*tch I do this sh*t