Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do It, artist - Troy Ave. Album song White Christmas 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BSB
Song language: English
Do It |
| Now I ain’t got a worry in the world, I went from dealing bricks to doing rap |
| But nowa nigga know I’m gonna be rich |
| I see the haters I’m pointing, and laughing at the tears |
| I’m the biggest thing out my city in the past ten years |
| They don’t do shit they pussy, in gats we trust |
| We ain’t the same, motherfuckers never loved us |
| Drake do R&B, that’s how he make his chips |
| I did R&B too, but mines was rap and bricks |
| Don’t knock the hustle we open, come in go shop |
| Man you can buy anything except your way to the top |
| I look and sound like New York, all my beats do not |
| These other rappers lookin' shitty tryin' to see young chop |
| I’m fever, the new school leader, you don’t got no class I don’t fuck with you |
| neither |
| So don’t tell me that you rep New York and you like what I bring |
| I heard that song when you was trying to be like 2chainz |
| You ride around lickin' dick, I’m riding around with the grit |
| Life ill and everyone real a nigga spit |
| A few of you want payback cause your people gone |
| But I know God got me, I did more right then wrong |
| Hovain is killing, the business building |
| I want more and I say lets get millions |
| That’s what we about to be getting, I ain’t trying to boast |
| But you niggas can’t see me, motherfucker I’m ghost |
| I’m ghost too |
| Guess what I’m close to? |
| The handgun, the weed bag |
| Tell grandmothers I’ll kill their grandsons |
| My soul’s ugly my face handsome |
| I sold bass, and I took niggas for ransom |
| Ex stick up kid, heroin dealer |
| A lot of rappers claiming they real but I bet I’m realer |
| I’m just an OG smoking OG kush |
| I’ll murder that young boy and get the OG bush |
| It’s enormous shit, new informer shit |
| Get you popped up, 38 taurus shit |
| Niggas like me, is the reasons that the law exist |
| Lord assist,? |
| You want bricks? |
| I’m the one you put the order with |
| Fuck it up you getting drowned in your? |
| I’m on some mexican, cartel, border shit |
| I got fish scale, who looking to score this shit |
| I got big bullets, who want to explore the clip |
| Either the big nine or the four to fifth |
| Or you can get a shell from the trey pound |
| The money stacks up but I stay down |