Do It ft. Tund3 & Var$ity Lyrics

Mirror on the wall who's the baddest of 'em all

(C-Muney) show me all my enemies and who want me to fall

Tell me who been plottin', who been tryna do me wrong (Blvckxmike in this bitch)

Ready, get set, let's do it

We could link up like some motherfuckin' Cubans

Eatin' at the table but my niggas not Judas

We could run it up, buy the block like Jewish

If you wanna hit a lick we could slide in the Buick

Hide in the bushes, nah I ain't do it

Drive like a nuisance, 95 cruisin'

Take the top off and we could blast music

See demons when I struggle in my sleep

Call my homies heard the feds did a sweep

Paranoid but i'm still tryna eat

I don't got an appetite but it's Bon Appetite

Got on my attire got me peeping through the crowd

Rockin Valentino's like it's going out of style

Polo Ralph Lauren used to have me dripped out

Cousin in D.C and he living through the wire

Fast forward one more Bank than Tyra

Put it on the news, post it on a flyer

Killing everything in the hood 'Michael Myers'

Diamond in the rough, he a preacher, he a fighter

Hittin' every beat like 'Muhammad Ali', "float like a butterfly, sting like a bee"

Boy too sick had to self quarantine

Life is a game gotta follow my procedure

Boys in the hood and a bitch named Felicia

We just wanna ball we was stuck in the bleachers

I could get deep but this shit gets deeper

Biggest in my city getting money we could link up, freeze up

In school smarter than my teachers

Had to earn stripes black and white like a zebra

Wasn't big enough I was C-Cup then I double D dropped down on the Brinks truck

Then I graduated I was average I was C plus

Then I glo'd up everyone wanna see us

Pep in my step tell a bad bitch keep up

I'm in Ives Dairy where the rich niggas be from

Mirror on the wall who's the baddest of them all

Show me all my enemies and who want me to fall

Tell me who been plotting, who been tryna do me wrong

I'm a one of one, biggest boss Rick Ross

Yeah the world is yours, take a look around putting numbers on the board

Everything up so I gotta thank the lord

Young Skywalker got me moving with the force

Wake up I gotta thank 'em yeah we stressing

Still counting blessings still counting profits

Fire on the dresser popping rubber bands cause the bands won't let 'em

Ready, get set, let's do it

We could link up like some motherfuckin' cubans

Eatin' at the table but my niggas not Judas

We could run it up, buy the block like Jewish

If you wanna hit a lick we could slide in the Buick

Hide in the bushes, nah I ain't do it

Drive like a nuisance, 95 cruisin'

Take the top off and we could blast music

See demons when I struggle in my sleep

Call my homies heard the feds did a sweep

Paranoid but i'm still tryna eat

I don't got an appetite but it's Bon Appetite

Got on my attire got me peeping through the crowd

Rockin' Valentino's like it's going out of style

Polo Ralph Lauren used to have me dripped out

Cousin in D.C and he living through the wire

Quick lil flip at the Waffle House diner

I'm a hood baby all a nigga know is wylin'

Niggas going broke but they blame it on the virus

Im a trap baby all I ever hear is sirens

Demons in the middle of my sleep

Still harm me from the shit from '03

Moving low-key, got the bulletproof Jeep

Bitch out the mud, the dirt, the streets

Mixing rose gold with the VVS diamonds

Plotting on me tryna do me like i'm Marlo

No more leaning' try to catch me while i'm drowning'

but I don't know who to trust it's just me and my choppa

Rich Louis V on my collar

Rich Louis V on my collar

Ready, get set, let's do it

We could link up like some motherfuckin' Cubans

Eatin' at the table but my niggas not Judas

We could run it up, buy the block like Jewish

If you wanna hit a lick we could slide in the Buick

Hide in the bushes, nah I ain't do it

Drive like a nuisance, 95 cruisin'

Take the top off and we could blast music

See demons when I struggle in my sleep

Call my homies heard the feds did a sweep

Paranoid but i'm still tryna eat

I don't got an appetite but it's Bon Appetite

Got on my attire got me peeping through the crowd

Rockin' Valentino's like it's going out of style

Polo Ralph Lauren used to have me dripped out

Cousin in D.C and he living through the wire