I Do Video (MV)

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I f*ck on ya hoe but that pussy just cool
A shout out to Zay when I hop out the coupe
And as soon as I wake I be right in the stu
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That nigga he tried me he stuck looking foo
I cook up a beat when it's nothing to do
These niggas want beef I got nothing to prove
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I'm texting yo shawty that's pool for nudes
You still in the dms like nigga get a clue
I'm treating my demons like nigga who is you
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Shawty as bad as her attitude
Like how am I gonna be mad at you
She getting her way I be mad confused
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Line it up just like a stencil
They used to look down on me when I asked for a pencil
She off the molly
The bean
No senzu
Shoutout to six for my cover that's Kyndle
Read you like a book
A nook
Or kindle
Didn't mean to be rude but I meant to offend you
Just like a show girl I really wanna binge you
Toddler boy hope you don't break when I bend you
Vintage Mc'Donalds shirt that's that Mc'drip
Don't carry no scale if you box in the whip
Beefing wit me too much dip on your chip
Talking that shit I'ma bust up your lip
My dick like a arrow I make yo bitch quiver
Fresh cut really gon think I'm that nigga
I got that Bundy pack this shit a killer
If I look through your eyes then I'm labeled a sinner
If I look through your eyes I'ma see my demise
Swatting these gnats just like some flies
No need to fall back Ima tell your ass bye
F*ck competition can't fight for what's mines
We up in the morning my dick in her spine
If I smoke in the car then its nothing to find
What they gon do
Give me a fine
If I ain't living right then Lord give me a sign
Niggas they hate for no reason
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You think that's your friend but that nigga just leaching
You talking on twitter
You hate from the bleachers
Still be that nigga that bang through your speakers
Still be that nigga you ask for a feature
You hop on my tracks but I swear I don't need you
I'm not your father lil girl I can't feed you
Let my ex tell it she'd say that I'm evil
Let my ex tell it I'm sick and devoid
A faggot
A bitch
Yeah that nigga's a whore
Won't let you in bitch I'm slamming them doors
Calling my phone I can't do it no more
My bad I had to get that off my chest
I vent to the beat
Better not see me no text
I'm doing this thing I don't live with regrets
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Thank you
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Watch how I do this
Smooth
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I hop in the coupe I do what I do and I make my lil move
Uh yeah they want to pursuit
Uh yeah what they gon do