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do it - lane gang wells lyrics

[intro]
like, ayy, uh, drug dealin’ music (dealin’ music)
ayy, ayy, turn this sh*t off if you don’t get off, n*gga (better turn this sh*t off, n*gga)
on some get off sh*t, n*gga, we ain’t on no drill rap, n*gga (get off crew)
uh, yeah (yeah), let’s do it (let’s do it)
like, like, like

[verse]
my n*gga in the feds buyin’ onlyfans from the same ho in the street he was f*ckin’ (he was f*ckin’)
ridin’ with a 10 on me, n*gga, and a b*tton (grrt)
tryna blend in, so i’m ridin’ in a bucket (tryna ride in the bucket)
i don’t want get*back, p*ssy, just suck it (come here)
uh, ‘bows on the road if you love me (if you love me)
like just shake his ass down, n*ggas rеally undercover (i’ll shake a n*gga down)
i’m with six n*ggas, shiеsty, so he don’t wanna front me (i’m with six n*ggas shiesty)
get on a n*gga ass crew, all on your bumper (come here)
i just got off the road, tryna get in your stomach (i was just on the road)
we the ones ’round more pipes than a plumber (more of ’em, more of ’em)
ain’t graduate, in the trap my diploma, come on (uh, uh)
get off music, no drill rap (yeah)
lil’ boy, put a green tip in your six*pack (grrt)
said he want a twenty*pack, so i got him gift*wrapped (so i got him gift*wrapped)
really, they was boof, but i told him no take*backs (nah)
my face card good, i can cop with no racks (yeah)
and i know you ain’t eatin’ ’cause your watch too small (and i know you ain’t eatin’)
if your n*gga fall off, pick him up, that’s law (that’s law)
n*gga called too late, n*gga, purple bud gone (it’s gone)
ain’t get up off rap, gg4s (yeah)
i probably got like a fifty in clothes (like a fifty)
i probably made half a million off ‘bows (half a million)
heard the trap goin’ crazy, n*gga, s1 know (woo)
we be on some yeah, yeah, yeah, free doe (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i got the same watch as a white doctor
how the f*ck my wrist a dub with no diamonds (like how the f*ck my wrist?)
i ain’t got my j on, n*gga, but still shinin’ (still shinin’)
i still’ll suit up and get on that one*timing (uh, come here)
vs*1, e colors, they’ll blind you (they’ll blind you)
i’m a quarterback, my n*gga playin’ liner
protected, tired of the carti’, i’m finna patek
we the ones ctrl alt delete the opps (the opps)
junkies somewhere prayin’ we don’t rerock (prayin’ we don’t rerock)
you gon’ cry in some gucci or some reebok?
’87 monte ss with a t*top (real)
real trap n*gga, come straight from the block
lot of drugs in my body, really need a detox (come straight from the block)
four*chains, n*gga way before i popped
mama say, “son boy, you doin’ your big one” (oh, you doin’ your big one?)
only melt chains when we want ’em bigger
stalkin’ my page, she know i’m the biggest (the biggest)
the richest, the turntest (richest, the turntest)
my n*ggas like, “take off, boy, you already earned it” (you already earned it)
told herc, “chill out, you already burnt him” (chill, chill, chill herc)
block too hot right now like a furnace
make a n*gga say, “woo” like ric flair
rick owens, d*mn near got every pair (d*mn near got every pair)
closet like saks, i don’t know what to wear
ridin’ with some sh*t that’ll knock down a bear (brrt)
i ain’t never complain when sh*t wasn’t fair
i’m still with some n*ggas gon’ take it there, grrt (uh, i’m still with some n*ggas gon’ take it there)
[outro]
the furnace make a n*gga say, “woo” like ric flair
rick owens, d*mn near got every pair
make you say, “woo” like ric flair
rick owens, d*mn near got every pair
uh, uh, come on

- lane gang wells lyrics

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