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let's do it - lil dre6o lyrics

[intro: raq baby]
(how the f*ck you say your name, twin?)
yeah, put a b*tton on the back of the 17, n*gga, i don’t cap, let’s do it
yeah, keep all that, no cap, uh

[chorus: raq baby]
huh, just put a switch on the back of the 17, n*gga, i don’t cap, let’s do it
wanna knock me off the map, let’s do it
n*gga shoot at me, i shoot back, let’s do it
n*ggas stay dissin’, but never do sh*t, n*ggas be cap in they music
everywhere i go, b*tch, i’m packin’ a tooly
all of my bros say, “what’s brackin’?” they boolin’
but i don’t need no gang, i stay to myself, n*gga stay with that bl!ck
i ain’t really goin’ for the internet diss
mention my name, then get hit with that sh*t
thought these hoes wasn’t f*ckin’ off, heard that i f*cked, that boy was sick
her p*ssy stank, it givin’ that pit
straight clappin’ sh*t up, n*gga, i ain’t tryna hit

[verse 1: raq baby]
better stop ridin’ around in that whip ‘fore i give you some sh*t that these folks can’t fit
‘member days i ain’t have sh*t, now everybody wanna rob me, probably wanna f*ck my b*tch
rather just rock out regular 30, i don’t really like them f*ckin’ crits
n*gga, i can name some sh*t i clapped, on ru 5, n*gga, i ain’t goin’ for sh*t
she be callin’ me brother, but we ain’t even got the same mother, the b*tch is a freak under cover
n*gga gon’ die for puttin’ that bl!ck on my brother, i’m gettin’ off like no other
shoot up the whip, he can’t get out, dropped so many sh*lls, that n*gga was smothered
kick the b*tch out when i f*ck, i’m a punter
see an opp face to face, n*gga know i’ma blunt him
she like, “raq baby, what that mean?” huh, put his ass straight in a ‘wood
i don’t wanna talk, b*tch, suck on the wood
anything that another n*gga do, we do it
bro, if it’s smoke, we ain’t gotta do no chit*chat, n*gga, let’s get straight to it
glock 21, this b*tch got h*lla kickback, like how this b*tch movin’
[verse 2: lil dre6o]
uh, say what? raq just told me she goin’, so f*ck it, i don’t wanna hit her
she know how i get, whenever i’m f*ckin’, i be on some freak sh*t, f*ck ’round and bit her (what?)
this a two*man drill, whatever we get on this l!ck, we gon’ go home and split down the middle
they thinkin’ he gangster ’cause his ass be screamin’ and puttin’ guns in his triller
these n*ggas be hoes for real, i’m sick of all this sh*t
just put a g*flex and a kriss vec’ on the glock, no dodgin’ it (n*gga)
you f*ck with them, can’t f*ck with me, you better not call me b*tch (on god)
if you would’ve never tried to cross me out, then we would’ve all been rich (uh, say what?)
fell in love with my glock, it’s somethin’ about it, can’t put it down (what?)
we treat these n*ggas like dogs, he get out of line and we puttin’ him down
ycoe, n*gga can’t f*ck with this sh*t, keep tryna put him down
you don’t know about dg? n*ggas ain’t playin’ with this sh*t, you better go ask around (on god)

[chorus: raq baby]
huh, just put a switch on the back of the 17, n*gga, i don’t cap, let’s do it
wanna knock me off the map, let’s do it
n*gga shoot at me, i shoot back, let’s do it
n*ggas stay dissin’, but never do sh*t, n*ggas be cap in they music
everywhere i go, b*tch, i’m packin’ a tooly
all of my bros say, “what’s brackin’?” they boolin’
but i don’t need no gang, i stay to myself, n*gga stay with that bl!ck
i ain’t really goin’ for the internet diss
mention my name, then get hit with that sh*t
thought these hoes wasn’t f*ckin’ off, heard that i f*cked, that boy was sick
her p*ssy stank, it givin’ that pit
straight clappin’ sh*t up, n*gga, i ain’t tryna hit

- lil dre6o lyrics

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