I'm a do me
I'm a do me
You talkin cane But they pockets We spendin money, gettin money, in between Chasin a mil, ain't gon let nothin intervene Respect the hustle busters gon do that by any Haters I really Put this on They say I a lot of shit, I say I finish things Just some dental cream I go in mouth And like a limousine, I stretch a out This ain't you want now you better take a different route I Bankhead? bitch nigga what is this about Used to bound you see me oh we dissin now? Ay the music listen dude I come get wit you now But once them hammers know its not a dream We handle things like You hear em sayin that about me, hear I'm this New orleans niggas in ya face, you wasnt sayin you say you get 30 mil in six years? listen Forbes put down for 20, was this year And lets get this clear, just you and me That apology was BET not for DTP, I'm me
You do you And I'm do me You do you I'm do me
If you Talkin bout you ain't talkin bout shit You wasnt on the waitin and you ain't ridin in shit You pick a watch that a 100, then you wasted yo time If you think you can do me you out yo fuckin mind go These niggas insane, straight fooled A half a million dollar car and some house Call the dealership... like yall me Then why the hell you put my engine where my be I'm throwin franklins... I don't need Smoke a every week like I don't need lungs Buy em whole sale and sellin I'm talkin seafood... yeah scales I I'm so hot... but my house cool So many rooms that it look like a school of high school... I never passed that Works right here... now where da at?
You do you (and what) And I'm do me (ay) You do you (and what) I'm do me (ok) Wanna see how its Then me do me (ay) Wanna see how its Then me do me (yeah)
I'm the big homie... get use to me You ain't even close to what I used to be You imaginary swear to GOD that you moved a key While yall swore to me..i yall ain't street I MONEY... everyday dawg I leave you in the trap well thats my grave yard I tried to figure if you mel gibs or nas I wanna know where these rappers got this brave that yak-up tear apart any size heart So you suckas click-clack about wit GOD You rappers to stick yo thumb out and take a hike I see more man... in a full Fuck what you like... this ain't a date You tryna like a blind, you gotta feel yo way Watch me I'm eat til I'm obese I'm mr. cocane now me do me