Imma Do Me lyrics

by

Vince Staples


[Chorus]
A bunch of n*ggas in feelings but I can careless cause I'ma do me
Labeled the realest, now all these rap n*ggas wanna hang around me
Got my mind on these millions like f*ck it my n*gga, y’all can have the streets
My momma been riding in buckets my n*gga, she need a MG

[Verse 1]
But I still act crack when it's beef
Quick to move a n*gga, white sheet
Molly got me out my mind
I feel like I've been buzzing for weeks
Baby I ain’t got no time
So after I f*ck I'ma leave
di*k got her losing her mind
I'm in her pus*y knee deep
We in a foreign deep deep
Looking for ops while we creep
And you know we talking big things
Like a GTA cheat sheet
Them norcos help me with pain
I'm using that codeine in vain
[?]
I need 'em to [?] my chain, yeah

[Chorus]
A bunch of n*ggas in feelings but I can careless cause I'ma do me
Labeled the realest, now all these rap n*ggas wanna hang around me
Got my mind on these millions like f*ck it my n*gga, y'all can have the streets
My momma been riding in buckets my n*gga, she need a MG
[Verse 2]
Worth at least a million, no cap
Got a bad b*tch, no rats
Quit barking, you ain't bout that
How you say thugging and ain’t got no strap
How you say pump and ain’t got no packs
That's the type of n*gga I hate
Got it all on Instagram
But in person he just instigate
I get money, it ain’t a debate
Soho house, eat steak
If a label wanna talk
I need a mill out the gate
New hell cat let's race
Body full of gang tats I bang
n*ggas gotta know the gang I claim
Cutthroat [?] to the brain

[Outro Chorus]
A bunch of n*ggas in feelings but I can careless cause I'ma do me
Labeled the realest, now all these rap n*ggas wanna hang around me
Got my mind on these millions like f*ck it my n*gga, y'all can have the streets
My momma been riding in buckets my n*gga, she need a MG
But I still act crack when it’s beef
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