What I Do - Lil Keed

Yeah, yeah

I caught a vibe, you know what I’m sayin'?

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah, let’s go

Yeah, I’m a real one, you’re opposite, yeah yeah

You buy Gucci, I buy Chanel, we the opposite, yeah yeah

I got grown bad hoes, they know I’m the shit, yeah yeah

You got young dumb hoes who ain’t talkin' 'bout shit, yeah yeah

If she suck my dick, I drip her wrist, yeah yeah

Air Force 1's with my Germain 'fit, yeah yeah

Air Force 1's and Germain on my bitch too

Yeah, shit, she just tryna do what I do

Yeah, yeah, woo, bitch, turn up

Yeah, you see me, turn up, turn up

When we in the building, turn up

If he trippin', turn up on him

Xan, Percs, turn up, turn up

Baby girl, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up

I don’t know what a nigga sayin'

These niggas playin', I ain’t playin'

Thirty AR shots, leave him plankin'

Stay tryna steal the drip, these niggas Plankton

Chains on me, they not tanglin'

Hellcat, not a stain on it

My word, you know I’ma stand on it

Yeah, I fuck her, she tat my name, yeah

She tat mine, it’s permanent

Ooh-ooh, yeah, yeah

Yeah, flossy flossy

Flossy flossy bossy, yeah

Inside look like Tootsie Roll

Get these bands and toss it up

Yeah, yeah

It’s like a football game when I toss it up

Yeah, no heads or tails but I toss her up

Yeah, I’m a real one, you’re opposite, yeah yeah

You buy Gucci, I buy Chanel, we the opposite, yeah yeah

I got grown bad hoes, they know I’m the shit, yeah yeah

You got young dumb hoes who ain’t talkin' 'bout shit, yeah yeah

If she suck my dick, I drip her wrist, yeah yeah

Air Force 1's with my Germain 'fit, yeah yeah

Air Force 1's and Germain on my bitch too

Yeah, shit, she just tryna do what I do

She just wanna do what I do

I say «Boo, shit, it’s up to you»

I want all of you, I ain’t tryna choose

Yeah, I just be with shooters, but I shoot it too

Yeah

Come here girl, yeah

Come here girl, yeah

Come here, give me some head

Yeah

She blow up my phone and I’m busy

I’m in the snake pit, yeah, you know I get tricky

You know I get sticky

Still own Glocks, the drake hold a fifty

Him and him in a Bentley

I stay on my pivot

These hoes, they know that I’m pimpin'

Yeah, and pack came in

Migo, he get it, he shift it

Yeah, benjamins, stuffed in these britches

Talkin' Wonder Bread, stuffed in these britches

Okay, shit

Yeah, I’m a real one, you’re opposite, yeah yeah

You buy Gucci, I buy Chanel, we the opposite, yeah yeah

I got grown bad hoes, they know I’m the shit, yeah yeah

You got young dumb hoes who ain’t talkin' 'bout shit, yeah yeah

If she suck my dick, I drip her wrist, yeah yeah

Air Force 1's with my Germain 'fit, yeah yeah

Air Force 1's and Germain on my bitch too

Yeah, shit, she just tryna do what I do