"What I Do" lyrics
He really hate my guts, he screamin' threats all through the cam
My Backwood like a nursing home, yeah, this bitch full of grams
She didn't mean to fuck me, take that back you lil' ham
She wanna marry me because I pulled up in a Lamb'
I'd advise you not trust me with your info, it's a scam
He said it was his last, sorry, I don't give a damn
I transferred his funds then I split it with the fam
I bustdown a Plain, nigga, call that shit a Tram
I'm snappin' like a clam, my soda look like Pam
I get the neck then scram, I'm blocking you now ma'am
I can tell you weigh your weed and coke on the same scale
So much junk in her trunk, my bitch new name Spam
Yeah, gettin' to this money, that's what I do
Hold up, twenty on my now, what 'bout you
Nigga really hate my guts, what I do?
Did I fuck your bitch, damn, what I do?
Aye, what I do?
Aye, what I do?
Yeah, Kidd you gettin' off, yeah, what I do?
Aye
Want me to put him on, but I know I'ma have to kill him
The bright lights and money make 'em act so unfamiliar
You broke, at his momma house, hatin' hard and simpin'
Your bitch can't suck no dick, damn, I see why you be bitchin'
I see why you be trippin', I feel you, but I can't relate
Woke up to three bitches, it's gon' be an amazing day
It ain't hard to clap a broke nigga, he got petty cake
Perc' got me hot, heart beatin' like I'm Eddie King
Boy you talkin' shit just like my Grandma, shout out Bessie Mae
Bitch nigga, got the switch on me like a tranny waist
Get the drop, now we rollin' on him, uh, Anna Mae
Rich as hell, now they spreadin' rumors, uh, Section Eight
Ooh I love it, let him hate, puny, you a featherweight
Catch the neck and catch a play, I do that like every day
If I tell her pull up, eat me now, she don't hesitate
Crosses on my pants and my blouse, it ain't Chevrolet
Sign his NDA and read it loud for the camera sake
Poor ass, cappin' niggas irk my nerves bad
Had a quickie with your bitch, she took a bird bath
Then sent her home so you can snuggle with her, yo' lil nerd ass
Yeah, gettin' to this money, that's what I do
Hold up, twenty on my now, what 'bout you
Nigga really hate my guts, what I do?
Did I fuck your bitch, damn, what I do?
Aye, what I do?
Aye, what I do?
Yeah, Kidd you gettin' off, yeah, what I do?
Aye
Aye what I did
She said "Daddy, you the shit", how what I'm is
Yeah
(I like that Anton)
My Backwood like a nursing home, yeah, this bitch full of grams
She didn't mean to fuck me, take that back you lil' ham
She wanna marry me because I pulled up in a Lamb'
I'd advise you not trust me with your info, it's a scam
He said it was his last, sorry, I don't give a damn
I transferred his funds then I split it with the fam
I bustdown a Plain, nigga, call that shit a Tram
I'm snappin' like a clam, my soda look like Pam
I get the neck then scram, I'm blocking you now ma'am
I can tell you weigh your weed and coke on the same scale
So much junk in her trunk, my bitch new name Spam
Yeah, gettin' to this money, that's what I do
Hold up, twenty on my now, what 'bout you
Nigga really hate my guts, what I do?
Did I fuck your bitch, damn, what I do?
Aye, what I do?
Aye, what I do?
Yeah, Kidd you gettin' off, yeah, what I do?
Aye
Want me to put him on, but I know I'ma have to kill him
The bright lights and money make 'em act so unfamiliar
You broke, at his momma house, hatin' hard and simpin'
Your bitch can't suck no dick, damn, I see why you be bitchin'
I see why you be trippin', I feel you, but I can't relate
Woke up to three bitches, it's gon' be an amazing day
It ain't hard to clap a broke nigga, he got petty cake
Perc' got me hot, heart beatin' like I'm Eddie King
Boy you talkin' shit just like my Grandma, shout out Bessie Mae
Bitch nigga, got the switch on me like a tranny waist
Get the drop, now we rollin' on him, uh, Anna Mae
Rich as hell, now they spreadin' rumors, uh, Section Eight
Ooh I love it, let him hate, puny, you a featherweight
Catch the neck and catch a play, I do that like every day
If I tell her pull up, eat me now, she don't hesitate
Crosses on my pants and my blouse, it ain't Chevrolet
Sign his NDA and read it loud for the camera sake
Poor ass, cappin' niggas irk my nerves bad
Had a quickie with your bitch, she took a bird bath
Then sent her home so you can snuggle with her, yo' lil nerd ass
Yeah, gettin' to this money, that's what I do
Hold up, twenty on my now, what 'bout you
Nigga really hate my guts, what I do?
Did I fuck your bitch, damn, what I do?
Aye, what I do?
Aye, what I do?
Yeah, Kidd you gettin' off, yeah, what I do?
Aye
Aye what I did
She said "Daddy, you the shit", how what I'm is
Yeah
(I like that Anton)
