letra de do it right - projeckbabytwin
[intro]
(ayy, crook, why you do ’em like that?)
(sheesh, john)
[chorus: projeckbabytwin]
if i teach you how to hold a strap, is you gon’ shoot it right?
if i take you on this trip, b-tch, you better do it right
heard you beef with twin, they told you, “chill, bro, that’s suicide”
a n-gga got one time to raise his tone, i’ma shoot him twice
[verse 1: projeckbabytwin]
instagram thugs showin’ off, don’t get confused, they nice
scary-ass n-ggas only like to pick and choose they fights
we gon’ take it light, let’s drop a four up in a deuce tonight
all my opps bunk, i’m tryna find out who to shoot tonight
if you ain’t got a strap while you in traffic, you ain’t troopin’ right
yeah, i went down for that lil’ sh-t, but i’ll do it twice
interrogation room, they askin’ questions, i don’t know sh-t
put her up on fig, let’s get rich, i’ll coach a b-tch
put her up on dates, then strip a n-gga ’cause i know he rich
i’m slidin’ back to back, i’m tryna score up in a stolеn whip
man, f-ck this rap sh-t, i’m back to flockin’ with a poker then
b-tch ain’t got no money, i ain’t finna wastе no time with her
you don’t bang, you hang out with the opps, so you dyin’ with ’em
you know i’ma find out where you live, so why you hidin’, n-gga?
hit him with some 7.62s, they dividin’ n-ggas
now this n-gga dead, his mama cryin’, why y’all hyped a n-gga?
[chorus: projeckbabytwin]
if i teach you how to hold a strap, is you gon’ shoot it right?
if i take you on this trip, b-tch, you better do it right
heard you beef with twin, they told you, “chill, bro, that’s suicide”
a n-gga got one time to raise his tone, i’ma shoot him twice
if i teach you how to hold a strap, is you gon’ shoot it right?
if i take you on this trip, b-tch, you better do it right
heard you beef with twin, they told you, “chill, bro, that’s suicide”
a n-gga got one time to raise his tone, i’ma shoot him twice
[post-chorus: projeckbabytwin]
if i teach you how to hold a strap, is you gon’ shoot it right?
(teach you how to hold this b-tch, you better let that b-tch rip, on bm)
if i take you on this trip, b-tch, you better do it right
(better do it right, bro, f-ck double-backin’ and all that)
i heard you beef with twin, they told you, “chill, bro, that’s suicide”
(oh, you beefin’ with twin? h-ll nah)
a n-gga got one time to raise his tone and i’ma shoot him twice
(you keep on poppin’ that hot sh-t, lil’ boy)
[verse 2: stoneda5th]
watch when you give a b-tch your all, she might f-g off
double f on my hand, it stand for f-ck f-ggots
in the party with my gun, so i’m with all ratchets
i can’t trust him with the gun, he just a pole dancer
i got a gun, you got a gun, but who gon’ shoot faster?
me, infant, peta wildin’ out, we tryna get us one
confirm the k!ll, we want him dead, so we gon’ finish him
i ain’t dappin’ n-ggas up ’cause i ain’t feelin’ them
i don’t care if they switch ’cause we got switches
hit his cousin, doubled back and k!lled the witness
if you don’t go to war, mind your business
we go to war with anybody, ain’t no peace treatin’
i don’t care if they switch ’cause we got switches
hit his cousin, doubled back and k!lled the witness
if you don’t go to war, mind your business
we go to war with anybody, ain’t no peace treatin’
[chorus: projeckbabytwin]
if i teach you how to hold a strap, is you gon’ shoot it right?
if i take you on this trip, b-tch, you better do it right
heard you beef with twin, they told you, “chill, bro, that’s suicide”
a n-gga got one time to raise his tone, i’ma shoot him twice
if i teach you how to hold a strap, is you gon’ shoot it right?
if i take you on this trip, b-tch, you better do it right
heard you beef with twin, they told you, “chill, bro, that’s suicide”
a n-gga got one time to raise his tone, i’ma shoot him twice
[post-chorus: projeckbabytwin]
if i teach you how to hold a strap, is you gon’ shoot it right?
(teach you how to hold this b-tch, you better let that b-tch rip, on bm)
if i take you on this trip, b-tch, you better do it right
(better do it right, bro, f-ck double-backin’ and all that)
i heard you beef with twin, they told you, “chill, bro, that’s suicide”
(oh, you beefin’ with twin? h-ll nah)
a n-gga got one time to raise his tone and i’ma shoot him twice
(you keep on poppin’ that hot sh-t, lil’ boy)
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