Joey DaY - My Thang (feat. B Streezy)

The Y is the future
I laugh because it's beautiful
Yeah
Yeah
All these fresh ass cars Im rollin
Yeah
All these bad ass hoes Im holding
All these big fat nots Im folding
I'm just doing my thing
State to state your man stay touring
Major deals dat boy controlling
Every club big stacks Im throwing
Yeah
Uh-huh
I'm just doing my thing
Yeah
Its like you living in a box in your brain
Don't trust a chicken, but you're in church's game
Look like you're working, but some change would be so lame
To do the do and clone a copy you do your own thing
Look, icy chain in a tie
Teach the game like Dubria
It's the brain

It's the Y
May I ask if you know who are you
Cause there's more than just a few of you
Kudos must be doing you

Your role models screwing you
This ball like nothing to it
But tipping hoes in school clothes
I financially can't do it

Got an iced out watch, but my children can't chew it
I'm married to the money, but a nigga can't screw it
How could you influence
The world would be so wrong

For money, hoes, and guns, we must be living the same song
We texting the same phone
We got the same ringtone
We rep the block, but rent the property

But the blame's on
All these fresh ass cars Im rollin
Yeah
All these bad ass hoes Im holding
All these big fat nots Im folding
I'm just doing my thing
State to state your man stay touring
Major deals dat boy controlling
Every club big stacks Im throwing
Yeah
Uh-huh
I'm just doing my thing

They got a whole lotta niggas doing
My thang
A bunch of goons man they gonna ruin
My thang
And Ima let Streezy sang
Im just doing my thang
You gotta lotta fony ice on your chain
My thang, your money funny need your
Swagger to swing, my thang,
We individuals we need to use our brain
To change game because its getting lame, do your own thang

Gangsta Thug or a goon is the world
Ending soon is every singer auto-tune
I want to mail your fucking album to the moon
But it's a great dustpan, so it's next to the broom

It ain't tricking if you got a few ends
But it's tricking if you give more to the hoes than your friends
And then I'll have a drink
But you tipping strippers' tens

See your baby mama walking
And your bitch drive your Benz

All these fresh ass cars Im rollin
Yeah
All these bad ass hoes Im holding
All these big fat nots Im folding
I'm just doing my thing
State to state your man stay touring major deals dat boy controlling
Every club big stacks Im throwing
Yeah
Uh-huh
I'm just doing my thing
Its like you living in a box in your brain
Don't trust a chicken, but you're in church's game
Look like you're working, but some change would be so lame
To do the do and clone a copy you do your own thing

We don't have to stunt boost a lie
Hating other niggas vibe
Different niggas like Spy
Real niggas gonna drink till the water run dry
Bitch niggas piss in water so nobody can survive

Now that's jive
Like wearing skinny jeans
Shit
I'd change the topic if your hand fit in your pocket

If your mama told you stop it grown men, pussy pop
Rappers pierce their booty cheeks in the Goon Squad copy
But you claim that you're the best and undefeated

Yeah, nigga, you the best because you the only one competing
You can have your rag back if you rap about your streetin
And you the shit home boy
You the only one you're cheating, thinking

All these fresh ass cars Im rollin
Yeah
All these bad ass hoes Im holding
All these big fat nots Im folding
I'm just doing my thing
State to state your man stay touring
Major deals dat boy controlling
Every club big stacks Im throwing
Yeah
Uh-huh
I'm just doing my thing
They got a whole lotta niggas doing
My thang
A bunch of goons man they gonna ruin
My thang and Ima let Streezy sang
Im just doing my thang
You gotta lotta fony ice on your chain
My thang, your money funny need your
Swagger to swing, my thang,
I laugh because its beautiful, look
I think I need another verse
That's the very last verse
No need for me to curse
But that's the very last verse

I think I need another verse
That's the very last verse
I see I promised not to curse
But it's the very last verse

Written by:
Kerman Cummings

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