Do Thangs

[Intro]

Yeah

(Cole, you stupid)

Uh

Yeah

[Verse 1]

Five bitches in the back of the Mercés, skrtt, skrtt

Some might even call it a skirt chase, my mistakes

Detrimental to the brand, I ain't trippin', nigga

I'm hit you when I can, I can't

Obviously, I'm a boss, I'm a pimp

Every week you gon' see another freak with me

In any event, I done had plenty of spent

Many men wanna win but they never get in

I got girls that I probably won't see ever again

I got hoes and I'm still fuckin' all of their friends

What up? I don't care, shut up

Problem with it? Step up

Y'all be playin' catch up, can't keep up

Compton, Bompton, please, turn the beat up

Buddy boy and YG, we'll fuck the street up

'Bout to raise the fee up, I remember the re-up

Faded after the smoke out, Buddy bringin' the locs out

Left hand full of C notes, smokin' a roach with my right hand