DO IT 4 ft. Jaleel Thomas & FJace Lyrics

(Okay, Super Saiyan mode)

(This isn't even fair)

(2AM)

Dolo Boy Recordz, I'm pushin' the play and the opps wanna finish me

I was talkin' to Flee, and he said we be in da streets, never been industry

I ain't takin' my time no more, I ain't slowin' dat shine no more

Shawty was sayin' she ain't wanna fuck with me, she see the come up, she don't wanna cry no more (Haha)

Now tell me, do you wanna roll with the P's or nah, cuz that's who I do it for, shawty (lil bitch)

Yeah, dem niggas I'm linkin' up with at the beach, they be liftin' up for me

I put on the muscle

We get straight to the hustle

You see how dem niggas be dumping

Pussyboy, run me my money, you know that you owe me, I don't wanna have no discussions

Wake up, say a prayer, even though I'm doin' wrong (Lord forgive me)

Ten to ten, we get no rest, we really do this, hoe (Yah)

Please don't call my line lil bitch I'm in the studio (Okay?)

Gang, who we do it for (Gang, gang)

Gang, who we Do It 4 (Okay)

Wake up, say a prayer, even though I'm doin' wrong (Lord forgive me)

Ten to ten, we get no rest, we really do this, hoe (Yah)

With my slimes and all my killies, ain't no goofies bro (Oh yah)

Gang, who we do it for (Oh yah)

Gang, who we Do It 4

Plan still the same but it's new damn schemes

Do this for gang and the whole damn team

Roll up for woes cuz we chose these dreams

Said it and you know there's no Plan B

I'm tryna win for the whole family

I do not get why they don't like we

Uh, pull up, we own that scene

Star in my story, I'm new Stan Lee, bitch

Hit her, don't call her back, or call just to tell her "don't call me back"

Shout the OG's, yeah real niggas comin' back

Me plus OB and Leelo, that's crazy math

This for gang and for Benzito and the Caddy

Wrist rocky like RiRi fly baby daddy

I say have some faith and relax

Those who dey see the vision dey my back

If it's a verse or a hook, it's no pressure

I'm schoolin' you niggas, this student is special

We skippin' your tracks like you skippin' your lectures

Just hope that you did your homework today

We the new school, nigga we the professors

And that's the same reason nobody can test us

Check the delivery, hope you get the message

It's Jaleel Thomas, FJace, OBj

That's three-headed beast

We turn your favourites to memories

This God's will, bro what you tellin' me?

We too nice, I don't mean courtesy

No "thank you" or "please"

Rappin' circles 'round a rapper's radius

Ask around, we do not care what shape he is

We wey you want cot like where the baby is?

Make you no try am, on gang, it's dangerous

Wake up, say a prayer, even though I'm doin' wrong (Lord forgive me)

Ten to ten, we get no rest, we really do this, hoe (Yah)

Please don't call my line lil bitch I'm in the studio (Okay?)

Gang, who we do it for (Gang, gang)

Gang, who we Do It 4 (Okay)

Wake up, say a prayer, even though I'm doin' wrong (Lord forgive me)

Ten to ten, we get no rest, we really do this, hoe (Yah)

With my slimes and all my killies, ain't no goofies bro (Oh yah)

Gang, who we do it for (Oh yah)

Gang, who we Do It 4

2 easy, 3 killies, no kizzy bro, plus this the 1, you know who we do it 4

(Me plus OB and Leelo, that's crazy math)