CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : ksubi/do it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in the traphouse posted with the shooters
Talking 'bout money, n***a, let's get to it, yeah
Big racks hanging out these ten K Ksubis
And the top floor looking like a movie
Yeah, I'm in the traphouse posted with the shooters
And I'm on the West Coast smoking Backwoods
Whole lotta gas, we done smoked a whole qp
Heard a pu**y n***a want smoke, tell him, "Let's do it"
Know the b*t*h wanna f**k, told her, "Let's get to it," yeah
I'm sipping on purple fluid
Would've cuffed the b*t*h but that lil' ho just blew it
Went and copped the Rick, told myself I would do it
Finna cop a stick and go practice my shooting
See, I'm winning, b*t*h, and these n***as be losing
Keep it real, lil' b*t*h, and that sh*t in my music
Running up the racks saying hallelujah
No these n***as racks, I can't even use 'em
drip closet like a museum
When we in this b*t*h, all these hoes be choosin'
I don't know this n***a, I'm like, "Who is you?"
All these bird b*t*hes, call them b*t*hes toucans
I just did the Raf, n***a, I don't do [?]
I'm not good at math, n***a, I just do bands
And I run it up, think I need some track pants
Geeking out with plugs, n***a, I don't do friends
And I still love the drugs but I do not do Xans
And when she suck me up, know she using two hands
Yes, I do what I want, n***a, f**k what you said
And I just sent her home, she said she don't do head
I might make a new song thumbin' through some new bread
Having hella fifties, n***a, I want some blue bread
They told me run it up, young n***a do that
We be punching sh*t until it turn blue blood
We get money, b*t*h, damn, I thought you knew that
Damn, I took your b*t*h, you can't have your boo back
Rolling with the gang [?]
And I put my things in my f**king ghoul bag
Tryna cross the gang, n***a, I wouldn't do that
She want diamond rings, n***a, and some new
And I'm Lonely, yes, b*t*h, I can do magic
If it's 'bout a check, n***a, I'ma make it happen
Talking 'bout money, n***a, let's get to it, yeah
Big racks hanging out these ten K Ksubis
And the top floor looking like a movie
Yeah, I'm in the traphouse posted with the shooters
And I'm on the West Coast smoking Backwoods
Whole lotta gas, we done smoked a whole qp
Heard a pu**y n***a want smoke, tell him, "Let's do it"
Know the b*t*h wanna f**k, told her, "Let's get to it," yeah
I'm sipping on purple fluid
Would've cuffed the b*t*h but that lil' ho just blew it
Went and copped the Rick, told myself I would do it
Finna cop a stick and go practice my shooting
See, I'm winning, b*t*h, and these n***as be losing
Keep it real, lil' b*t*h, and that sh*t in my music
Running up the racks saying hallelujah
No these n***as racks, I can't even use 'em
(Top floor looking like a movie)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Traphouse posted with the shooters)
Yeah
(Talking 'bout money, yeah, n***a, let's do it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in the traphouse posted with the shooters
Talking 'bout money, n***a, let's get to it, yeah
Big racks hanging out these ten K Ksubis
And the top floor looking like a movie
Yeah, I'm in the traphouse posted with the shooters
And I'm on the West Coast smoking Backwoods
Whole lotta gas, we done smoked a whole qp
Heard a pu**y n***a want smoke, tell him, "Let's do it"
Know the b*t*h wanna f**k, told her, "Let's get to it," yeah
I'm sipping on purple fluid
Would've cuffed the b*t*h but that lil' ho just blew it
Went and copped the Rick, told myself I would do it
Finna cop a stick and go practice my shooting
See, I'm winning, b*t*h, and these n***as be losing
Keep it real, lil' b*t*h, and that sh*t in my music
Running up the racks saying hallelujah
No these n***as racks, I can't even use 'em
drip closet like a museum
When we in this b*t*h, all these hoes be choosin'
I don't know this n***a, I'm like, "Who is you?"
All these bird b*t*hes, call them b*t*hes toucans
I just did the Raf, n***a, I don't do [?]
I'm not good at math, n***a, I just do bands
And I run it up, think I need some track pants
Geeking out with plugs, n***a, I don't do friends
And I still love the drugs but I do not do Xans
And when she suck me up, know she using two hands
Yes, I do what I want, n***a, f**k what you said
And I just sent her home, she said she don't do head
I might make a new song thumbin' through some new bread
Having hella fifties, n***a, I want some blue bread
They told me run it up, young n***a do that
We be punching sh*t until it turn blue blood
We get money, b*t*h, damn, I thought you knew that
Damn, I took your b*t*h, you can't have your boo back
Rolling with the gang [?]
And I put my things in my f**king ghoul bag
Tryna cross the gang, n***a, I wouldn't do that
She want diamond rings, n***a, and some new
And I'm Lonely, yes, b*t*h, I can do magic
If it's 'bout a check, n***a, I'ma make it happen
Talking 'bout money, n***a, let's get to it, yeah
Big racks hanging out these ten K Ksubis
And the top floor looking like a movie
Yeah, I'm in the traphouse posted with the shooters
And I'm on the West Coast smoking Backwoods
Whole lotta gas, we done smoked a whole qp
Heard a pu**y n***a want smoke, tell him, "Let's do it"
Know the b*t*h wanna f**k, told her, "Let's get to it," yeah
I'm sipping on purple fluid
Would've cuffed the b*t*h but that lil' ho just blew it
Went and copped the Rick, told myself I would do it
Finna cop a stick and go practice my shooting
See, I'm winning, b*t*h, and these n***as be losing
Keep it real, lil' b*t*h, and that sh*t in my music
Running up the racks saying hallelujah
No these n***as racks, I can't even use 'em
(Top floor looking like a movie)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Traphouse posted with the shooters)
Yeah
(Talking 'bout money, yeah, n***a, let's do it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
