Do Wit’ It

Lyrics

[Intro: Peezy] Yeah Dope fiend babies, nigga You already know how we coming Uh Yeah, uh [Verse 1: Peezy] Woke up quick at about noon Gotta sell this last sack before my son get out of school Grab the chain off the dresser, grab my stack and my tool Put some dog in the presser, turn one brick into two Client on the way, I had them sold before I bought the beans Got some new cut for the dog, it look like coffee cream All these niggas that you think hard, they really soft to me Spent eleven hundred for the shirt before I bought the jeans Just paid eight thousand for a section down in Club Liv Was on Section 8, in the hood sleeping on blow-up beds Ran out of Wocky this morning, fuck it, pour the red Watch out for that Taurus down the street, I think it's the feds Two thousand down the drain for the bubble coat Nowadays you really can't tell, I used to struggle, though If I don't bubble in this rap game, then I'ma bubble coke I don't mean I'm dancing when I say I get my hustle on, bitch [Chorus: Peezy] Grab that Pyrex and drop an ounce in it I'ma take it back if it don't bounce, nigga Chain was thirty thousand, that's a house, nigga Baby Draco sitting on the couch, nigga Grab that Pyrex and drop a deuce in it Imma take it back if it don't move, nigga Teach you how to cook a brick like we in school, nigga Bring me the bag, I know what to do with it [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] Grab a twenty-ounce and drop a deuce in it Grab a canned pop and drop an ounce in it This Draco got some kick, so I bounce with it Done fucked around and cussed my granny, my main pop missing Just got my socks blew off ,my main thot did it Just jumped out at the light, I seen an opp slipping This nigga just hopped out and start prayin', man, my akh tripping Tell me that's one way his blessings come, but I'm not religious Ninety grams at a time, we use the microwave If I told you what we cook, we'd be fighting a case I dropped an eight, then drunk an eight raw, I might die today Sell you a fake brick, hop in a Scat Pack and fly away Supercharger on that fucker case they try to chase me I sold another real brick, but it was shy an eight-piece Hit him up close, point blank, like, "Why I buy this laser?" Stick bulging out my shirt, it look like a pager [Chorus: Peezy] Grab that Pyrex and drop an ounce in it I'ma take it back if it don't bounce, nigga Chain was thirty thousand, that's a house, nigga Baby Draco sitting on the couch, nigga Grab that Pyrex and drop a deuce in it Imma take it back if it don't move, nigga Teach you how to cook a brick like we in school, nigga Bring me the bag, I know what to do with it