I Do This lyrics

[Intro]
If young metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

[Verse 1]
Louis V on, I got on VLONE
I just bought a new chain, that b*tch three-tone
I'm in Designer, red bottoms spiked up like pinecones
Spike the pineapple, double cup styrofoam
I got the AP and the Rollie switching time zones
You could turn off all the lights, I put them diamonds on
We the Big Tymers, n*gga, we get our shine on
My trap house like a pop-up, the line long

[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
Left wrist a Rollie, VS diamonds all white
Putting Hitech in the Fanta, only mix the Act with Sprite
Kick that b*tch up out the spot if she ain't acting right
Cookie, Percs, and lean, n*gga, I'm up there with the satellites
Hood n*gga shooting dice, I'm just f*cking, that's your wife
I've been turning b*tches into dice, skinny jeans fit me tight
Smoking cookie, f*cking on a b*tch with a pretty pus*y
Been the same real one, n*gga, I ain't never, ever been a pus*y
I got dope on my Rollie, you would think a n*gga was still cooking
Diamonds so wet, damn, I think it got your b*tch gushing
Got your b*tch looking, got on red bottoms like I'm a Christian
With them bricks in, I'ma f*ck up the kitchen
Put the di*k in her and I make her kiss
Put on the AP when I go to Michigan
Rocking the VLONE, long as you can't get it
"How you do three-tone?" Mind your business
Hundred round, hundred n*ggas pull up with it
'Bout to go put me some tint on the Bentley
Bought Gucci and Prada, or Louis and Fendi
I'm wet like a pool, I'm fresh like some lettuce
Designer head to toe, I just went and spent me a ten at Lenox
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