What It Do

Akachi on the beat, lil' bitch cBass, bitch
Yo', what it do, nigga? Yo', yo'

What it do,  nigga? When you leave the crib
You always keep the tool with you
I'm so dope
They prolly thought I was a glue sniffer
Joey spazzin' on the beat
But he a cool nigga
If you ain't starve with me
Don't wanna eat no food with you
I'm smokin' wax because your weed
Don't get me high enough
I keep a pistol on me, nigga
Please don't act so tough
I'm drinkin' wocky
Gettin' tipsy out the sippy cup
She gon' top me cause she with me
She don't give a fuck
The only thing that I don't get
Is talkin' out ya' ass
These niggas wishin' I was broke
But I don't understand

I be spending all this money
If I never had it
Gettin' Benji's before twenty's, I swear
It's just a habit
I shop a lot, I'm in the mall
I never check a price
In Dior out in Puerto Rico
Eatin' steak and rice
Keep it on me, pull that trigger
We ain't thinkin' twice
I get them haters at ya' head
Like they some fuckin' lice
This niggas sayin' he's the goat
I taught you how to rap
He bringing out in public
Don't know how to act
You boys my sons, I got to school 'em
Like Professor Trap
I tell my shooters you a problem
Let me get you whacked
I might just lean on my bands
I'm off a bean and a gram
I met your girl, she a fan, wait, yeah
Uh, you niggas will never touch
Nigga, I never give fucks, uh
I do that flow way too much now
Haha, uh, but they still rockin' with me, uh
I got a pot that's-, uh uh uh
I got a pot that's fifty, hoe
Bitch, look, I gotta get my bread, uh
Why these niggas mad? Uh
I don't understand, look
What? Look, niggas hating on me, uh
Boy, you mad baloney, uh
Please stop actin' phony

What it do, nigga? When you leave the crib
You always keep the tool with you
I'm so dope
They prolly thought I was a glue sniffer
Joey spazzin' on the beat
But he a cool nigga
If you ain't starve with me
Don't wanna eat no food with you
I'm smokin' wax because your weed
Don't get me high enough
I keep a pistol on me, nigga
Please don't act so tough
I'm drinkin' wocky
Gettin' tipsy out the sippy cup
She gon' top me cause she with me
She don't give a fuck
The only thing that I don't get
Is talkin' out ya' ass
These niggas wishin' I was broke
But I don't understand

Yo', what it do, my G? Look at my pendant, G
Look at my jewelry
I can just flex on, I do it beautifully
I got a dot on my eyes
I gotta count my cheese
I let my choppa fire, put his ass on a T
Be on my alphabet shit
I always come and wreck shit
I rock the Robins too much
I always throw a check, shit
What? Huh, huh, I always go and wreck shit
I always go and wreck shit, look
Where the cash at? Where the guns?
Fuck the drugs, where your stash at?
Niggas plottin', boy, you wildin'
Where your bands at?
I'm so cold the choppa blowin'
Where your fans at? I'm so cold
That's prolly why they call me Trap Jack
I'm in the Benzerelli Bentley
Flippin' damn that
I pull up fuckin' niggas mad at
Oh, that's your bitch, I pay a hundred
Prolly slam that in the
What it do, nigga?