Mali Smith & Matthew Ali - Don't Do It lyrics

[Intro: Mali Smith] Sheesh, Sheesh Mali Smith Damn, Damn What? [Hook: Mali Smith] n***a don't do it, n***a don't n***a don't do it, gang! X3 n***a don't do it, n***a don't n***a don't do it, sheesh! n***a don't do it, n***a don't n***a don't do it, gang! X3 n***a don't do it, n***a don't n***a don't do it, sheesh! [Verse 1: Matthew Ali] Switch it up, soon as I hit her up shawty be getting up Me and my n***as you know we be getting bucks She be calling me back but you know I ain't picking up She small in the chest yeah, the a** is a pick-up truck Got her first car it's a KIA She cheated her man so he keyed it He mad at me cause I beat it She s**ing me you just eat it Cashmere just dropping the heater Devon just poured up a liter Mali just rolled up the reefah f** around get ether'd And it's my escobar season b**h i'm Nas on lean Spent dirty money on clean Spent $1,300 on jeans RIP to Aaliyah I need a One & A Million check Might get your b**h might get her neck Might get your b**h might get her wet Birdman, b**h you respeck Your b**h she know i'm up next She know i'm a dog i'm a vet I been shooting n***as i'm veteran X2 The b**h said she f**ing so let her in She got friends waiting she tryna' get em' in I f** em' late night on my Letterman I'm ballin' i need me a letterman Varsity jacket shawty Smoking on ga**ed up shawty Hoes call me racked up shawty I do not f** with no hoes though And I do not f** with no lame n***as My whole life I f**ed with the same n***as so stay in your lane n***a Margiela on my toes Heard you rocking " what are those? " b**h I run to the cheese Dominos Then I run to that check "vámonos" All my n***as, n***as loco We k** competition like Loso And y'all looking like some bozo's So f** n***a "cállate la boca" My side hoe the color of c**a And we smoking spinach like Popeye Yeah we be smoking the bonsai And she s** me off when I pop by She eat it up like a pot pie Don't you dare look at me sideways When I co*k back leave you co*k eyed Bullets turn your head counter clock wise No GPS, hit a dead right Pull up on you at the red light Shoot at you, shoot at your headlights f** n***a, you have my bread right? They hopped out and start dipping Hit his mans now he limping They run when a n***a start shooting This the f** n***a Olympics [Hook: Mali Smith] n***a don't do it, n***a don't n***a don't do it, gang! X3 n***a don't do it, n***a don't n***a don't do it, sheesh! n***a don't do it, n***a don't n***a don't do it, gang! X3 n***a don't do it, n***a don't n***a don't do it, sheesh!