I Do lyrics

[Intro]
AJ, what you cookin'?

[Chorus]
Havin’ this sh*t for real, got dog sh*t stuffed in my pocket
But in my stomach, ain't nothin’ but lean and pills
Never hopped out, caught a body, ain't think about it
You don't know how murder feel
I been thuggin’ since 17, you stupid b*tch, I been on plenty drills
That bag'll get yo' mama killed
Them n*ggas might not want smoke but, b*tch, I do
Oh, that's your partner, you ridin’ with him?
I don't give a f*ck, b*tch, you can die too
We hit they block, you dyin’ with him
No, I don't spare sh*t whenever I shoot
Walk down just to get up on you
That Drac’ rip chunks from out his head
Make n*gga sh*t soft like some tofu

[Verse 1]
This a metal switch, thought I stretched the b*tch
If he try to run, I bet I’ll hawk him down with this new .556
Fully auto sticks, I'm ridin’ with sh*t that can rip through a brick
Hit him in his sh*t, they closed his face, his ass gon' need a stitch
That boy got lost and found so when they found him, his ass had a stench
Keep a tool in the car, smokin’ on opps, I'm ridin’ ‘round with a wrеnch
Belt to ass, if he ain't get body baggеd, we sat his ass on the bench
Man, f*ck all that, where the percs at?
I'm tired of talkin’ ‘bout these hoe ass n*ggas
[Chorus]
Havin’ this sh*t for real, got dog sh*t stuffed in my pocket
But in my stomach, ain't nothin’ but lean and pills
Never hopped out, caught a body, ain't think about it
You don't know how murder feel
I been thuggin’ since 17, you stupid b*tch, I been on plenty drills
That bag'll get yo' mama killed
Them n*ggas might not want smoke but, b*tch, I do
Oh, that's your partner, you ridin’ with him?
I don't give a f*ck, b*tch, you can die too
We hit they block, you dyin’ with him
No, I don't spare sh*t whenever I shoot
Walk down just to get up on you
That Drac’ rip chunks from out his head
Make n*gga sh*t soft like some tofu

[Verse 2]
I'm outside posted where they 'posed to be, n*ggas b*tches, I know it
And you know I keep that b*tch close to me, play wrong and I'ma blow it
I hate when fans run up approachin’ me, I had my mind set on scorin’
But come on, let’s take this picture, thank you, appreciate the support
Smokin’ on dead n*ggas, f*ckin’ opp hoes like this sh*t is normal
Gon' eat that di*k 'til she got lockjaw, you say I couldn't afford it
Now I use this b*tch to get my rocks off and I wouldn't give her a quarter
New Roxies come from cross the border
Just 'cause she bad, think I'ma spoil her, what the f*ck?
Aye, if you can't get no drops from opps, I barely wanna f*ck
Let down the window then you pop his top, no point to run, you better duck
I'ma aim the chop, tryna hit chest and up, no point in vestin’ up
Turned his ass Ruldolph with this Wesson, huh?
Still alive, that sh*t a blessin', huh?
That's yo’ b*tch, if I catch that hoe then I'm stretchin’ her
I'm petty, you in love, I'm the type of n*gga shoot yo' weddin’ up
We caught his ass alone so when they found him
It wasn't nothin’ but head and up
[Chorus]
Havin’ this sh*t for real, got dog sh*t stuffed in my pocket
But in my stomach, ain't nothin’ but lean and pills
Never hopped out, caught a body, ain't think about it
You don't know how murder feel
I been thuggin’ since 17, you stupid b*tch, I been on plenty drills
That bag'll get yo' mama killed
Them n*ggas might not want smoke but, b*tch, I do
Oh, that's your partner, you ridin’ with him?
I don't give a f*ck, b*tch, you can die too
We hit they block, you dyin’ with him
No, I don't spare sh*t whenever I shoot
Walk down just to get up on you
That Drac’ rip chunks from out his head
Make n*gga sh*t soft like some tofu