Lady G - Don't Do It lyrics

[Verse 1] My Chevy look extra spectacular, it cost me bought an Acura I pulled up on them hoes with my pimped out vernacular Masterer, I'm actin' up, I don't sell nothin' but [?] Marijuana, crack and dust, I slammed it like a wrasteler Please don't do it though, I'm good but I'm hood though n***as' talkin' crazy, I'mma pop 'em like my hood bro (bow bow) Coppin' bro, I'm rockin' 4's, just until the coppers' go Set the trap on fire, leave it smokin' like an Optimal I used to ride the bus, now I'm hopping on a G5 Polo and a [?], Prada, Louis, and them Levi's Spodee young P.I., player since I was knee high My reply for you weak guys, y'all n***as sweeter than beehives [Hook] You gettin' money, and poppin' rubber bands Take it out your pocket think you balling like the man Partner don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it Yeah, that's a Hemi, that mean it go fast See me at the light you got your foot up on the gas Partner don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it [Verse 2] I know you n***as want my style, but I won't let you see the best of me I pulled up aggressively on 24 plus extra 3 With pepper seats, god bless the G I can forever see I don't f** with lame hoes, I spot em like Leprosy The breath for me is precious so, I don't even waste it My flow mean Cajun, with some foolish innovation I'm the coolest in the nation, smoking like aces Countin' all this money got me loving white faces I'm the truth, you don't believe me? Ask Clay, not Aiken Don't do it, is you crazy? The 'K' not breaking If the flake stop shaking and the Grape start baking Bet my mustache old Spodee start taking [Hook] You gettin' money, and poppin' rubber bands Take it out your pocket think you balling like the man Partner don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it Yeah, that's a Hemi, that mean it go fast See me at the light you got your foot up on the gas Partner don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it At the club, in the VIP, chillin' You think you got a lick you gotta think another minute Partner don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it Yeah, ask the b**hes, Super Spodee [?] See me puttin' on and you try to buy the bar Partner don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it [Verse 3] Clean, color scheme coordinating perfectly Flippin' words naturally and my rhymes ain't nursery First to be the youngest with this kind of game, certainly Ever since 14 a bad broad nurtured me I'm A-Town, Eastside, 26's when we ride Every freak let me slide, I pack em in on each side I'm G-Fly, Gucci and Prada, Fendi and Louis Me and C Gutta, 10 hoes, gettin' to it [Hook] You gettin' money, and poppin' rubber bands Take it out your pocket think you balling like the man Partner don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it Yeah, that's a Hemi, that mean it go fast See me at the light you got your foot up on the gas Partner don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it