The Joint Committee - We Do This sh** lyrics

[Produced by Squay] [Chorus: J Gudda] Rollin' big blunts, we do this sh** Riding with the strap, we do this sh** Hustling every day, we do this sh** What a n***a got to say? We do this sh** We do this sh**, all night n***a we do this sh** Aye, man, we do this sh** Do this on sight, we do this sh** Hustling every day, we do this sh** [Verse 1: Squay] Rolling blunts of that good green, good things coming, got hood dreams Hollow points in this handgun and I'm selling dreams and I'm sipping lean In the trap, got a hundred squares and I run this sh** like I was the mayor Calling shots like the referee, got a hundred million dollar recipe You know I run in that p**y, I beat it I beat it Kickin' sh**, b**h yeah I cleat it Wash that a** and then I clean it, b**h s** me 'fore I beat it Riding around and I'm heated, so I'm loading rounds in this clip And you thought sh** was sweet 'til I hit your b**h, we do this sh** [Verse 2: Chris V the G] Ain't got a xan monopoly, but I be having bars I just got through with your b**h so my back be having scars Got damn this track is hard, gotta flex it up and make a profit with it Gotta cuff your hoe if you rocking with her, if I shop with her then imma hit it Got icing on my cake, and icing on my wrist I step into cla** late, they like goddamn this kid is ripped All Polo undergarments, I'm k**ing these folks when I'm styling on 'em Somebody was talking sh**? Gimme an hour and I'm wylin' on 'em [Chorus] [Verse 3: Yung Mung] See me holla my name, stay in the A 'til I die Yeen from here but you always come here, but when it comes night you always duck and hide Do this do this sh** every damn day, comin' straight out that Georgia red clay City ain't for the meek, if you turn the other cheek these boys will damn sure take your life away, goodbye Rolling my blunt, tryna get sh** straight, gotta hit that weight Push it like bench press, rising up from the muck, wanna press your luck or your fate? Eastside back on top, do this sh** booth to the block Run up on your spot, I got the red dot trained on your dome with a brand new shoulder-stop