I A DO IT Songtext
von Doe Boy
I A DO IT Songtext
(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)
All dem green & red beams
Got like thirty dots on 'em (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
If my up on me, shit
It I′d blow 'em (You think I'm playin′)
You think these think it, I′ll show 'em
Wanna die for clout,it I′ll post 'em
Gang thirty deep with like thirty Glocks on ′em
Really gangsta in these streets, nigga
It I'll blow ′em
I'll do it
I'll do it
I′ll do it,
I′ll do it (Bah, bah)
I'll do it
I′ll doit
I'll do shoot
Bodie 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 mark my rapper friends
They is not groupiеs
I'm like who tryna die? I shoot evеrything in sight
All my 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 need a booking price (Oh really)
We gon′ run up in his trap to see what that bitch cookin′ like
Big Doe Beezy not no
Nigga never took his ice (Doe Beezy)
You don't know what that shit feel like
Ya never took a life
Boy froze up on a mission
Whacked ′em out
Then took his stripes (Get yo' up outta here)
I′ll do it (Bah)
I'll do it (Bah)
I′ll do it, nigga (Bah)I'll do it (Bah, bah, bah)
I'll do it (Bah)
I′ll do it (Bah)
I′ll do it, nigga (Bah)
I'll shoot (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
I don′t need nan' I don′t need nan
All y'all do is post guns
But ain′t empty nan' clips
Bird business, murder business, this that rubber band shit
Start shooting ran, let his mans get hit
Go H.A.M. on 'em, Beezy, go H.A.M. on ′em (H.A.M. on ′em)
Nigga claimin' he be steppin′, watch how quick I stand on 'em
Price tag every shooter in a land runner
He gon′ kill ya, I don't even know ′em
Put a fan on 'em (Fool)
He'll do it (Gang)
He′ll do it (Gang)
He′ll do it,(Gang)
He'll do it (Gang)
He′ll do it (Gang)
He'll do it (Gang)
He′ll shoot (Oh really)
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)
All dem green & red beams
Got like thirty dots on 'em (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
If my up on me, shit
It I′d blow 'em (You think I'm playin′)
You think these think it, I′ll show 'em
Wanna die for clout,it I′ll post 'em
Gang thirty deep with like thirty Glocks on ′em
Really gangsta in these streets, nigga
It I'll blow ′em
I'll do it
I'll do it
I′ll do it,
I′ll do it (Bah, bah)
I'll do it
I′ll doit
I'll do shoot
Bodie 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 mark my rapper friends
They is not groupiеs
I'm like who tryna die? I shoot evеrything in sight
All my 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 need a booking price (Oh really)
We gon′ run up in his trap to see what that bitch cookin′ like
Big Doe Beezy not no
Nigga never took his ice (Doe Beezy)
You don't know what that shit feel like
Ya never took a life
Boy froze up on a mission
Whacked ′em out
Then took his stripes (Get yo' up outta here)
I′ll do it (Bah)
I'll do it (Bah)
I′ll do it, nigga (Bah)I'll do it (Bah, bah, bah)
I'll do it (Bah)
I′ll do it (Bah)
I′ll do it, nigga (Bah)
I'll shoot (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
I don′t need nan' I don′t need nan
All y'all do is post guns
But ain′t empty nan' clips
Bird business, murder business, this that rubber band shit
Start shooting ran, let his mans get hit
Go H.A.M. on 'em, Beezy, go H.A.M. on ′em (H.A.M. on ′em)
Nigga claimin' he be steppin′, watch how quick I stand on 'em
Price tag every shooter in a land runner
He gon′ kill ya, I don't even know ′em
Put a fan on 'em (Fool)
He'll do it (Gang)
He′ll do it (Gang)
He′ll do it,(Gang)
He'll do it (Gang)
He′ll do it (Gang)
He'll do it (Gang)
He′ll shoot (Oh really)
Writer(s): Samuel Gloade, Cotrell Dennard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com