​dothatsh*t! lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti & Jamie Foxx]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Ayy, turn me all the way up (I'm in this motherf*cker)
Turn that, take the Auto-Tune off
I don't need no f*ckin' Auto-Tune
f*ck the Auto-Tune (f*ck that Auto-Tune sh*t)
Beep (What?)
Beep (Yeah)
Beep (Talk to 'em, Yung Carti)
Beep, beep, beep
What?
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that sh*t
Got these b*tches sayin', "Yeah, he do that sh*t"
Got these b*tches sayin', "Yeah, he do that sh*t," uh
Got these n*ggas sayin', "Yeah, he do that sh*t," ooh, uh
Suckin' on my di*k like she new to this, yeah, ooh
Blowin' through the check, yeah, we new to this
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that sh*t, uh
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that sh*t (Beep, what?)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that sh*t (What?)
Got them b*tches sayin', "Yeah, he do that sh*t," (Yeah, he do that sh*t), ooh, ooh
Suckin' on my di*k like she new to this (Like she new to this), uh, what?
Blowin' through the check, yeah, I'm new to this (Way I do this sh*t), uh, what?
Runnin' sh*t back like a frisbee, b*tch, uh, uh (Run that sh*t, yeah)
Bring that sh*t back like a frisbee, b*tch, uh (Like a frisbee, b*tch)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that sh*t (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just live this sh*t (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'd rather not talk about it just shoot the sh*t, yeah, ooh
Got these n*ggas sayin', "Yeah, he do that sh*t"
And he'd rather go talk about it than do this sh*t
Pull up on your block and we shootin' sh*t (And we shootin' sh*t, ayy Pi'erre)
Pull up on your b*tch and I'm hittin' it (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, oh yeah)
Hittin' on your b*tch, yeah, I'm killin' it (On your b*tch, yeah)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that sh*t (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do it (Lil' talkin' b*tch)
Hit a lil' n*gga with the Ruger (Watch me shoot a b*tch)
Hit a lil' n*gga with the Ruger (What? What? What?)
Lil' n*gga, I'm that n*gga, yeah (What? What?)
I'm f*ckin' on your lil' biddie, yeah (What? What?)
I wear Raf Simons, never Hilfiger, yeah (At all, what?)
South Atlanta, yeah, we comin' up, uh, ooh, ooh (What?)
Put your middle fingers up, ooh, ooh
Pour it in my double cup (Lean, lean)
Extendo clip, double up (Beep)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just shoot it up (What? What?)
f*ck that lil' n*gga, f*ck a n*gga up (Yeah)
f*ck the cash up, f*ck the cash up, I f*ck the cash up
f*ck the cash up, get the math up, math up
(What? What? What? What?)
Oh yeah, yeah, hey (What? What?)
Pi'erre, hold up (What?)
Oh yeah, yeah, hold up (What?)
Pi'erre (What?), cash
Oh yeah, yeah (What?)
Pi'erre (What?)
Oh yeah, yeah (What?)
Pi'erre (What? What?)
[Outro]
And I'd rather not talk about it, n*gga, uh (Beep, what?)
And I'd rather not talk about it, just do this sh*t (Yeah)
And I'd rather not talk about it (Talk about it)
Got these n*ggas sayin', "Yeah, he do that sh*t" (What?)
Got these b*tches sayin', "Yeah, he do that sh*t" (What? What?)
Got these n*ggas sayin', "Yeah, he do that sh*t" (Carti do that sh*t)
Got these b*tches sayin', "Yeah, he do that sh*t" (Carti do that sh*t, what? What?)
Got these, uh (What? What? Oh yeah, do that sh*t)
And I'd rather not talk about it just do that sh*t
Carti do that sh*t (What? What? What?)
Carti do that sh*t (What?)
Let's do this sh*t
Yo, Pi'erre