dB FRE$H - Did It for Me

Intro
This is a hit, it did it for me
I hit it, then I dipped, that was it on me
She aint it for me
That aint it for me
Y'all aint shit to me
One day y'all gone see

Verse 1
Its me against the world, who got my back
Y'all guys like girls who want my stacks
Claimed you cooked crack, please
You never touched a pyrex
Confidential in a rental, presidential rolex
No flex, girls scouts in my backwood
Lil homie in the hood always keep my sack good
As for my ex I left her in the past
5 stars line up, I'm in a different class
Doughboy Fresh young fly to get the cash
All gas, no breaks cuz this game don't last
Bounce that ass tipping dead white men
Droptop's, Condos how the nights gone end
Baby bring your friend, girl on girl on guy
We can load the vape pen, wax room weed high
Oh my she lie, kick rocks bitch bye
Hoe cried then set me up, like I want him to die

Hook
This is a hit, it did it for me
I hit it, then I dipped, that was it on me
You can talk all that shit, catch a clip homie
I get fly, you can try
Aint got shit on me
She aint it for me
That aint it for me
Y'all aint shit to me
One day y'all gone see

Verse 2
Dread head Jay went fed, y'all aint boosie y'all wack
Prophet the superstar died, want him back
They shot up my Lac, almost took my life
Death before dishonor took the streets as my wife
I be sleepless at night, swear I was playing with white
Never stuffed it in my nose or went on that flight
Base rock bitch, burn it to the oil
Lights, camera, action, grow spots, fans and soil
Stovetop cavy make my serves do the shmoney dance
Jaywan I-N-C on the beat lets get this money man
R-I-P Dre, the Mac started the thizzle dance
Now these niggas biting, stead of writing, Spongebob squarepants
Innovation, big booty on a Haitian
Hit her to my slap, call your radio station
Its nothing new to me, still smoking on a dubee
Southern California saying MY LIFE IS A MOVIE

Verse 3
Bring it back, my cousin use to jack
Every hustler in the town and sell them they shit back
Imagine that, kids in a pack
That grew to beast off the leash, hit a lick, smack smack
Hashtag smack, trending in my town
Beanie Sigel style get yo bitch ass down
Lay on the ground, give me that green
Money over bullshit, hustle fo everything
On everything, I put my hustle ova everything
Chains the size of Cds now, with white gold and canary rings
Nothing changed just the days and names
I grew up around OGs they don't do it the same
Fuck the rain, hydroplane, get off the ground
Judge snub nose, potato head, so it don't sound
Use to push pounds, the money to slow now
When I'm booking back to back for 25 a show now

Outro
You can talk all that shit, catch a clip homie
I get fly, you can try
Aint got shit on me
She aint it for me

Written by:
JARRELL DEANDRE' CURNE

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