Letra I do it 2 Chainz

I do it

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
Thank God for the first nigga that started trappin’
Thank God for the first nigga that started rappin’
Thank God for the first girl that started strippin’
And I’mma have to keep it more fuckin’ real with ya
I’ve got a problem… with these niggas
I’ve got a problem… with these bitches
Trigger finger… keep itchin’
Well I’ll pull it… I’ll do it

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Hang up on a bitch, call it “crucifight”
Time to go to work, no suit and tie
Bumpin’ Makaveli, I be trappin’ at the telly
My nigga did a dime and he back already
Get that sack, already, man, we’ve got them racks already
As for your girl, I hit it from the back already
I tried to get a tan, but I’m black already
Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already
Three niggas with me – me, myself and I
God don’t like ugly, you should testify
My T-shirt come from…
I make so much from a verse I take a third off
Bird call… swerve off…
Bust a nut on her, tell her that’s a load off
Shorty ass soft, like a Nerf ball
If you don’t like what I’m doin’, nigga, fuck y’all!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]
Drank in my cup, hold up, hope this shit don’t spill
Pull up in a new edition and that’s word to Johnny Gill
How I come up with this shit and all these verses that I kill?
I have no imagination, everything I do for real
Bitch I’m camouflaged down, put your camera phone down
If she’s got an ass and that girl’s a fan, it’s goin’ down
I’mma fuck you like I’ve been waiting a century for it
Give the pussy up and I’ll trade you the memory for it
In the bedroom forever, that’s what her roommate’ll will tell you
Man, I just hear this shit and think about what Tunechi would tell ya
He might call up Patricia, she ’bout to call up Melissa

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Tell ‘em come to the crib, oh, and do ‘em both, double dribble
I’m colder than a hospital, she love the dick that I give her
Hit her from the front, back, side – twist her like cigarillos
I put the gun to the pillow, I don’t want blood on my clothes
Gotta keep that Trukfit fresh, shout-out to all of my hoes, Tunechi…

[Verse 3: Drake]
That’s just how my OG would sum it up
I’ve been workin’ all winter just to fuck the summer up
It’s just me and 2 Chainz, but the chain’s never tucked, dawg
If you don’t like what I’m doin’, nigga, fuck y’all!

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Well, if you know like I know, that pussy pop like pyro
And she know I’m a pothead, that pussy like a pothole
I’m colder than a snot-nose, man all these hoes is my hoes
And if she bougie, fuck her once then leave her hangin’, dry clothes
I just built a cemetery, niggas dyin’ to get in
Niggas lie and they pretend, don’t cross that line, it’s paper-thin
I’m a star, make a wish, I’m a shark, ate the fish
I’ve got no heart, I hate the bitch…

[Verse 5: 2 Chainz]
You hate that bitch? Well I hate that bitch
We’ll jump a nigga like a chessboard
Do a drive by while you’re riding on your skateboard
…they ain’t even know it
Have Drake sing a song just to get her pussy wet
Then I take her to the crib and fuck that bitch right on the step
Put it in and take it back out, then I back out
Hair weave killer known to snatch the fuckin’ track out
Put me in the game, coach – I’m the antidote
Pull up, kick, throw and take the money and the dope
True, 2 Chainz, I’m on a plane and a boat
I am so cold I need a cover and a coat
Kick it at the mall, call it football
If you don’t like what I’m doin’, nigga, fuck y’all!

[Outro]
Y’all ready? 1, 2, 3
Right now it’s me time
A little time for myself, me time
Oh yeah, right now it’s me time
Don’t want no one else now, me time
Bitch please don’t call my phone, don’t call my phone
Said I wanna be left alone, be left alone
Please, please don’t stop by my home
No, no cause I feel it’s just matter of time
Till you people make me lose my mind
I’m ’bout to leave this world behind
Right now it’s me time