Outis - This Is What I Do lyrics

[Verse 1] Whew, I love this beat but imma k** this sh** Money stay long, mind sharp, stay diligent Key to me and my game can't be ignorant The Icarus of rhythm, temperature ain't temperate Wanna spit fire? Lemme get your a** a template Titties a**, kitty cat, come here let me tickle it I make it downpour, they poor stay drizzling I'm hot--sizzling She wanna ride in whatever I be sittin in Tell me what your wishes is I'm just tryin to get it in Come over and work it out, physically fit And it's crazy how you got me acting crazy Baby make me wanna make some babies Lately all I want is to be late Leave the house after we should, because I can't leave you With all that hair down and that a** up Tearing up the sheets, wearing out the mattress I'mma go and make this money, get it racked up Then come back just so I can watch you back up I was down for a minute, now I'm back up Right away these motherf**ers need to back up Matter fact, I hope they know they need a back-up plan Cause I'm a virus, verbal pirate Murder I will serve to verses worse than mine I'm first in line to reverse curses Perverse person, coercing diverse nurses So I can submerge While her and hers surfing, I stay swerving Swagging and smirking, the Mac steady merkin I'm packing the purple Attacking the circles who lack what I have And enacting a curfew [Chorus] This is what I do I live it like I speak it, every second, minute, hour, week, it's true This is what I do It couldn't be no other way, so when a motherf**er asks me, I say oooo (x2) [Interlude] This sh** is crazy right now We're gonna talk about all kinds of sh** on this mixtape, dawg We're gonna talk about politics Talk about b**hes, women--and there is a difference f**ing race relations Like, what you wanna talk about, dawg, we're gonna talk about it Shy King aka Outis in this motherf**er Ya'll ain't ready for it f** with it [Verse 2] Crooked nose and a big dick Red eyes and a silver whip Metaphors straight, I spit sick Dogs try to bite flows, and they get licked Better dip quick Once I sip this, I'll get loose and light it up, on some Bic sh** Fast money homie, that's bisquick Took a break, came back and I ain't missed sh** Pump fake, fade back and I ain't missed sh** Poundcake and Maybachs on my wishlist Ain't gonna make a fake track that won't get hits I'm gon' make mine, steal yours, take his These real who*es with the fake tits Tag along focused on my bank statement I'm above that like attic to the basement Ugh, must've hit the mute bu*ton cause they ain't saying sh** [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'll never tell you I'm a goon or a goblin Don't talk sh** and I don't start problems Might not rap about my team steady mobbing And yeah I never flex my nuts cause I know I got em They call him, the god MC I'm so hood yeah that's the rob-in me Your girl bobbing She saw your number pop up And went to play hide and seek in my new sheets I've gotta be the best cause my mama says she's proud of me Never wear designer, no prada, see? Cause I always stay low profile, discreet I am the best, yes, a prodigy Watch her shake her a**, f** choreography Now that minus jeans, I've gotta see So I slide over to her like, "hi, it's me"