Doe Boy - I A DO IT lyrics

[Intro] (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 [Pre-Chorus] Beezy keep like thirty shots on him (Doe Beezy) Gang run thirty deep with like thirty Glocks on 'em (Gang, gang) Oh, don't bring them red beams, got like thirty dots on 'em (Bah, bah, bah, bah) If my ni**a b*tch up on me, sh*t, fu*k it, I'd blow 'em (You think I'm playin') You think these ni**as think we hoes? sh*t, fu*k it, I'll show 'em (fu*k it) Wanna die for clout? sh*t, fu*k it, I'll post 'em Gang thirty deep with like thirty Glocks on 'em Really gangsta in these streets, ni**a, fu*k it, I'll blow 'em [Chorus] fu*k it, I'll do it fu*k it, I'll do it fu*k it, I'll do it, ni**a fu*k it, I'll do it (Bah, bah) fu*k it, I'll do it fu*k it, I'll do it fu*k it, I'll do it, ni**a fu*k it, I'll shoot [Verse 1] Brodie 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, mind my rapid friends, they is not groupiеs I'm like who tryna die? I shoot evеrything in sight All my ni**as 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 b*tch need a booking price (Oh really) We gon' run up in his trap to see what that b*tch cookin' like Big Doe Beezy not no pussy, ni**a never took his ice (Doe Beezy) You don't know what that sh*t feel like, ya never took a life Pussy boy froze up on a mission, whacked 'em out then took his stripes (Get yo' b*tch ass up outta here) [Chorus] fu*k it, I'll do it (Bah) fu*k it, I'll do it (Bah) fu*k it, I'll do it, ni**a (Bah) fu*k it, I'll do it (Bah, bah, bah) fu*k it, I'll do it (Bah) fu*k it, I'll do it (Bah) fu*k it, I'll do it, ni**a (Bah) fu*k it, I'll shoot (Bah, bah, bah, bah) [Verse 2] I don't need nan' ni**a, I don't need nan' b*tch Know y'all do is post guns, but ain't empty nan' clips Bird business, murder business, this that rubber band sh*t Start shootin', ni**a ran, let his mans get hit Go H.A.M. on 'em, Beezy, go H.A.M. on 'em (H.A.M. on 'em) ni**a claimin' he be steppin', watch how quick I stand on 'em Price tag every shooter in a fu*kin' land runner He gon' kill ya, I don't even know 'em, put a fu*kin' fan on 'em (Fool) [Outro] fu*k it, he'll do it (Gang) fu*k it, he'll do it (Gang) fu*k it, he'll do it, ni**a (Gang) fu*k it, he'll do it (Gang) fu*k it, he'll do it (Gang) fu*k it, he'll do it (Gang) fu*k it, he'll do it, ni**a fu*k it, he'll shoot (Oh really)