I A Do It Lyrics – Doe Boy
Singer: Doe Boy
Title: I A Do It
(1209)
Gang
Doe Beezy
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah, bah, (30 Roc on the beat, got a .30 on my seat)
Oh really
Beezy keep like thirty shots on him (Doe Beezy)
Gang run thirty deep with like thirty Glocks on ’em (Gang, gang)
Oh, don’t bring them red beams, got like thirty dots on ’em (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
If my n#gg# b#tch up on me, sh#t, f#ck it, I’d blow ’em (You think I’m playin’)
You think these n#gg#s think we hoes? sh#t, f#ck it, I’ll show ’em (f#ck it)
Wanna die for clout? sh#t, f#ck it, I’ll post ’em
Gang thirty deep with like thirty Glocks on ’em
Really gangsta in these streets, n#gg#, f#ck it, I’ll blow ’em
f#ck it, I’ll do it
f#ck it, I’ll do it
f#ck it, I’ll do it, n#gg#
f#ck it, I’ll do it (Bah, bah)
f#ck it, I’ll do it
f#ck it, I’ll do it
f#ck it, I’ll do it, n#gg#
f#ck it, I’ll shoot
Brodie just dropped, heard gang got into it
They don’t want the clout, they claim they did not do it (Oh really?)
Them lil’ boys don’t want no war with us, they is not stupid (Stupid)
My shooters, mind my rapid friends, they is not groupies
I’m like who tryna die? I shoot everything in sight
All my n#gg#s got them hands but they do everything but fight
If I pull it out, it’s over if you see me up the pipe
Bring my Glock to all my shows, then that b#tch need a booking price (Oh really)
We gon’ run up in his trap to see what that b#tch cookin’ like
Big Doe Beezy not no p#ss#, n#gg# never took his ice (Doe Beezy)
You don’t know what that sh#t feel like, ya never took a life
p#ss# boy froze up on a mission, whacked ’em out then took his stripes (Get yo’ b#tch #ss up outta here)
f#ck it, I’ll do it (Bah)
f#ck it, I’ll do it (Bah)
f#ck it, I’ll do it, n#gg# (Bah)
f#ck it, I’ll do it (Bah, bah, bah)
f#ck it, I’ll do it (Bah)
f#ck it, I’ll do it (Bah)
f#ck it, I’ll do it, n#gg# (Bah)
f#ck it, I’ll shoot (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
I don’t need nan’ n#gg#, I don’t need nan’ b#tch
Know y’all do is post guns, but ain’t empty nan’ clips
Bird business, murder business, this that rubber band sh#t
Start shootin’, n#gg# ran, let his mans get hit
Go H.A.M. on ’em, Beezy, go H.A.M. on ’em (H.A.M. on ’em)
n#gg# claimin’ he be steppin’, watch how quick I stand on ’em
Price tag every shooter in a f#ckin’ land runner
He gon’ kill ya, I don’t even know ’em, put a f#ckin’ fan on ’em (Fool)
f#ck it, he’ll do it (Gang)
f#ck it, he’ll do it (Gang)
f#ck it, he’ll do it, n#gg# (Gang)
f#ck it, he’ll do it (Gang)
f#ck it, he’ll do it (Gang)
f#ck it, he’ll do it (Gang)
f#ck it, he’ll do it, n#gg#
f#ck it, he’ll shoot (Oh really)
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