Do It Lyrics by Yungeen Ace is brand new song sung by Yungeen Ace and music of this latest song is given by Havok. Do It song lyrics are also penned down by Yungeen Ace.
Song: | Do It |
Singer: | Yungeen Ace |
Music: | Havok |
Lyrics: | Yungeen Ace |
Do It Lyrics
These n!ggas be tryin’, these n!ggas be hungry, these n!ggas be—, huh (Haha)
Ayy, f**k you say?
(Havok)
Huh, ayy, there it go, ayy, there it go (It thirsty)
Alright, lemme go
Every car, man, these b!tches be tinted, ayy (These b!tches tinted, man)
Stolens and rentals with choppas and killers in it (There’s choppas and killers in it), uh
Catch his a$$ and do his a$$, you know he finished (Ayy, come here), huh
Flip his a$$ and smoke his a$$ (Huh), we stand on business (Huh, huh)
All my n!ggas get active, jump the car, we out in traffic, uh (We out in traffic)
Bend the block, we blitzin’ sh!t just like we playin’ Madden (Come here)
Mad as f**k, I threw the Drac’ away, got a body on one that’s been through it (f**k)
I don’t even call him by his name, I call them n!ggas “Lil’ do-its” (Let’s do it)
B!tches call the phone, say they got the lo’, I told them “Do it” (Do it)
I ain’t sparing sh!t, it’s on sight if we into it (Come on)
He wit’ his baby, do it, he wit’ his b!tch, do it, wit’ his mama, do it
This money make a n!gga do it (Haha)
Seven days a week, we run this b!tch, we spinnin’ (Uh-huh, we spinnin’)
Any day this week, I bet a n!gga come out missin’ (He come out)
N!gga better stay on point (What), he better not be out here slippin’
Ayy, let’s call his b!tch, these b!tches up in here (Yeah, that’s true)
Ayy, n!gga be tryin’ and sh!t, n!gga be dyin’ and sh!t (These n!ggas be dying)
Tell him go free that ho, ‘fore Timmy go blay on the b!tch (Kill that ho)
Yeah, I was mad lil’ bro, I don’t even wanna play that sh!t
Opps be laughing, it’s makin’ these diss and next thing you know, they was blarin’ a b!tch (A b!tch)
We be laughing n!gga, but this sh!t serious (sh!t serious)
When we in city, we owe them all Amiris (We owe them, grrah)
f**k them n!ggas and pa$$in’, n!ggas ain’t really on sh!t (These n!ggas b!tches)
N!gga go on my part, takin’ pictures and sh!t, like, what these n!ggas— (Like n!gga)
Ain’t no business when you see me, shots fired, he paralyzed,
He couldn’t walk (Ooh), he couldn’t believe (Ah, ooh, I’m hit)
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble (Trouble), he ain’t want trouble (Haha, baow)
This close, you a lucky motherf**ker (Step on that, huh)
Ayy, I’m fully in this b!tch, I’m stunnin’
Haha, ayy, these n!ggas better watch they moves
Hold on, ayy, watch what I say
F**k that, hold on (f**k it, do that)
Ayy, I’m going back in
Knock these n!ggas down like they a bowling pin (Okay)
Double chop’, God know I sin (Grr)
He ‘hind the house, we coming in (Go)
N!ggas know we spin for real (Spin for real)
The way they dying (The way they dying)
N!ggas know we keep for real (Keep for real)
He gon’ roof ’em down (Gon’ roof ’em down)
Blood called, hold on (Hello), get back to the money
Soldiers called (Hold on), better put the bread on his top (On his top)
Every car, man, these b!tches be tinted, ayy (These b!tches tinted, man)
Stolens and rentals with choppas and killers in it (Got killers in this, man)
Catch his a$$ and do his a$$, you know he finished
(Ayy, come here, you know he finished, huh)
Flip his a$$ and smoke his a$$ (Huh), we stand on business (Huh, huh)
All my n!ggas get active, jump the car, we out in traffic, uh (We out in traffic)
Bend the block, we blitzin’ sh!t just like we playin’ Madden (Come here)
Mad as f**k, I threw the Drac’ away, got a body on one that’s been through it (f**k)
I don’t even call him by his name, I call them n!ggas “Lil’ do-its” (Let’s do it)
B!tches call his phone, say they got the lo’, I told them “Do it” (Do it)
I ain’t sparing sh!t, it’s on sight if we into it (Do it, do it, do it, come on)
(Do it) He wit’ his baby, do it, he wit’ his b!tch, do it, wit’ his mama, do it
This money make a n!gga do it (Do it, haha)
Do it
F**k you sayin’ n!gga? Go do it
This b!tch is on the list, he gon’ do it