letra de do it all - no savage
[intro]
mobb
yb
mobb, uh
[chorus]
hand in the bowl, i’ma whip up
i do it all, i don’t know what the b-tch want, uh
i’ma hold on, i ain’t never gon’ give up
i got them racks, you would think that i been up
uh, get in the way and get hit up
think sh-t a game, i’m lifting this ten up
you want a problem with me? n-gga, push up
i put yb on the beat when i cookup (uh)
i took a perc’ for the pain and problems
he don’t do sh-t with the pack, i’ma starve him
b-tch, i’m a dog, i belong on a collar
give me a shot with this glock, i’ma spark him
i ever needed my men, i’ma call ’em
b-tchass n-ggas, i never involve ’em
my va b-tch got a box full of molly
[?] scoring a box, selling bottles
[verse]
mike amiri jeans with the bag ’cause i’m lit
binary glock, need a bag full of gl!cks
set up a l!ck and bro and them hit
don’t give it up and get burned with the stick
i feel great and i’m running my city
they say i’m a snake, n-ggas labeled me 50
hit him with nine and do him like 50
micro-draco, we call it a drizzy
i’m still doing the sh-t that you can’t
how you get rich and ain’t feeding the gang?
i could be rich but i still would hit stains
get in her guts when the b-tch acting angry
hit for a hit, still dropping them bangers
selling that coke, still bringing that drop in
he acting dumb ’til he get his ass boxed in
trap like the safeway, come in and clock in
i make ’em quit ’cause i’m geeking to drop them
i ain’t the n-gga to call tryna bargain
stay in the house then you know i got wock’ in
that ain’t no cap, n-gga, i’m being honest
get in the paint, dunk on him like giannis
f-ck buying bags, we playing like farmers
presidential rollie, b-tch, i’m obama
terrorist attack, come through, do a bombing
[chorus]
hand in the bowl, i’ma whip up
i do it all, i don’t know what the b-tch want, uh
i’ma hold on, i ain’t never gon’ give up
i got them racks, you would think that i been up
uh, get in the way and get hit up
think sh-t a game, i’m lifting this ten up
you want a problem with me? n-gga, push up
i put yb on the beat when i cookup (uh)
i took a perc’ for the pain and problems
he don’t do sh-t with the pack, i’ma starve him
b-tch, i’m a dog, i belong on a collar
give me a shot with this glock, i’ma spark him
i ever needed my men, i’ma call ’em
b-tchass n-ggas, i never involve ’em
my va b-tch got a box full of molly
[?] scoring a box, selling bottles
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