T-Bo DaVip & 1blocko - Do Boy

Oh nah, it wasn't nuthin
I had shawty ridin' around the city, he a do-boy
Soufside
Soufside
Yeah woah Yeah
I need dat lamb, yea I'm do for it
You not the man, not the plug, you the do-boy
Run up dem racks, yea you know what I do, boy
I'm ballin' so hard, need a new court
Mad cuz I'm hittin' his hoe from the back
That's the reason she ain't in the mood for it
She talkin' like she want a nigga with money
I tell her, well, what you gon' do for it
Yea
I keep check in', I keep a FN
Ain't shit sweet, but the room that we checkin' in
I put some rack in the safe, we won't stress again
If I call you, my dog never question
I hold you down on my dick, never stretch shit
I got a son, I can't rest for shit, he need the best n shit
Eat on this beat like I ain't got no etiquette
If it ain't about no racks, its irrelevant
I was, DOPE, way before I was selling it
Run up the hunnids, n stack up
You can't move forward when you hustlin' shit backwards
I put them G's on your head like a packer
I had to stay on that block like a tackle
I had to have it
I need dat lamb, yea I'm do for it
You not the man, not the plug, you the do-boy
Run up dem racks, yea you know what I do, boy
I'm ballin' so hard, need a new court
Mad cuz I'm hittin' his hoe from the back
That's the reason she ain't in the mood for it
She talkin' like she want a nigga with money
I tell her, well, what you gon' do for it
We had to stay on the block, like we live there
I had to kick down the door to get in there
Look at my wrist, this cost 250 bus fare
Yes, I was dope before I seen a J
Before I made me a play, that block where I stay
If you need you eight, I not pullin' up late
Stop talking bout, that little pounds you be having
We know you be working that dough
Know you couldn't get you no pussy last night
Because block done stretched out that hole
Only thing I do and pull up and drop off this wood
No I don't work at Lowe's
Half of these rappers can't come to the hood
Cuz They got on that stand and they told
Babymama said he a do-boy
I use to serve Rihanna, bag em up, rude boy
I ain't building a house, but I'm pullin' out tools, boy
Let the drake hit, then it jerk like a new boy
Put in this work like a veteran
Me n T-Bo, we were dope before selling it
We at the nursing house serving the elderly
I need dat lamb, yea I'm do for it
You not the man, not the plug, you the do-boy
Run up dem racks, yea you know what I do, boy
I'm ballin' so hard, need a new court
Mad cuz I'm hittin' his hoe from the back
That's the reason she ain't in the mood for it
She talkin' like she want a nigga with money
I tell her, well, what you gon' do for it

Written by:
Jamal Mincey, Terrance Beauford

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