Let's Do It Lyrics

We schoolin' shit in traffic, I'm like, yeah

Bitch ass nigga, what

Turn me up, Silk

Pick yo mans up, yeah

Choppas make it hard to stand up

Yeah, I hang with them dropouts

But we schoolin' shit in traffic

I'm like, who the fuck is rudeboy

stop cappin', go get active

This a dirty Drake, inhaling smoke

Can't no nigga come match it

And mark mark get they drop and

bend a block man, shout out to my smackers

Yeah, you know how I'm comin

Lil' bitch, I been the dumbest

Finesser ain't clap cause back cause he wasn't strapped he started runnin

Shit, that's what caine said

Fuck them niggas, stoner gang, I bang that

You done lost too many members

How the fuck you still claim that

I used to fuck with lil man, but he too tender

On God, I had Buku love for bank

But he be switchin

I swear, free lil 50

he the one, hop out and blick him

I'm on Acorn Street right now

with my lil 6 and plenty switches

We got choppers stuffed with 60

Put that Glock up, shit too serious

Man, I swear, this ain't just lyrics

I'm a vulture, I'm bout spinnin

I say, fuck tha back and every nigga round that way, get with me

Bitch, you know this a new era

Everybody gotta fitted, yeah (that's a hat)

Yeah, bitch, I'm in that mode

City surfin' for a soul

Let me spot one from that road

It's too much bait caught on that pole

I swear all these niggas hoes

Why you think they cancel shows

You know kutta my lil bro

The sickest out, we wipe your nose

Bang, that bitch it strike and blow

Soon as it flash, he strike a pose

All them niggas catchin' face shots

Fuck Thugga, he got blowed

JT still spittin' teeth out

He can't talk that shit no more

Lil Rambeezy swing that stick round and it's still fuck tha fo'

You don't get down, you gon' lay down

Bitch, we pin shit to the floor

Gary punch on rappers downtown

That everywhere he go

Got all my members round me right now

Stop sayin', check the sco'

Bitch, I got rank, that's how that go

I can go post in that Mo'

I got killers out that grove

I got bitches sendin' lo's

Creep through on my tippy toes

Pussy, what you tippin' for

Yeah, I don't play like that, I lay like that

This for tater , you can't rep on him it ain't bout that

If I swing, I'm tryin' to hit a nigga baseball cap

These niggas broke as fuck, get money, so they hate on that

If I say, fuck ya, then it's fuck ya, I can't take it back

Bitch, I put that cutter on your brother, you can't shake him back

Pussy ass nigga

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah, bitch

I'm dumb dumb dumb dumb

Out my top, yeah, yeah

Free stona, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch ass nigga, what up