What You Doin’
[Intro]
Slo meezy
[Hook 1]
Toastin' up with some mobsters, black suits for the Oscars
At the table eating lobster, street nigga no imposter
Blowin' gas no rasta, medical drugs no doctor
Main bitch might pop ya, fuck around take her shoppin'
What kind foreign I'm coppin', what kind of bricks i'm coppin'
What kind of lick i'm plottin', what kind of stick i'm coppin'
What kind of jeans he shoppin', what kind of checks he poppin'
Bet when he drop he floppin, came from bottom up toppin'
[Verse 1]
Straight to the top, goin' up, these just my checks blowin' up
Come with them racks i'm showin up, sit in the back & i'm pourin up
Stayed in the back for no nigga, no need for a shooter my own nigga
Say you got beef with the wrong nigga, pockets they thin need a loan nigga
Call in a hit on the phone nigga, one to the top the dome nigga
Been had the sauce no clone nigga, blow through them racks got my own whistle
Back of the club my own pistol, what's in my trunk a few missiles
Through the ones let 'em grab it, serve the pack's let 'em have it
Came with the money ridin, remember the days I was fantasizing
Nigga ridin foreigns passed me, now i'm in town you can papertag me
Big sack, brown bag me, keep killas toe taggin'
All red, no flaggin, got it back, no braggin'
[Hook 2]
Toastin' up with some mobsters, black suits for the Oscars
At the table eating lobster, street nigga no imposter
Blowin' gas no rasta, medical drugs no doctor
Main bitch might pop ya, fuck around take her shoppin'
What kind foreign I'm coppin', what kind of bricks i'm coppin'
What kind of lick i'm plottin', what kind of stick i'm coppin'
What kind of jeans he shoppin', what kind of checks he poppin'
Bet when he drop he floppin, came from bottom up toppin'
[Verse 2]
What kind of Lamb, why did he do it, he got that check then blew it
Didn't even buy him a spot, nigga be broke soon as he threw it
Call up my plug he grew it, Give me the pack run through it
Three bricks, wanna cop 'em, come in the back soon as I chop 'em
Going major when I droppin', kickin' flava when i'm poppin'
Going brazy when i'm shoppin', papertrail no floppin'
Where did the cash go, where did the mask go
Where did the jack go, where the finesse go
Serve out the back do', ran out the back do'
Jugg for a sack though, still ride with the mac though
Serve 'em some sheetrock, thought it was rerock
Shit that's how we pop, ride with the heat cocked
[Hook 3]
Toastin' up with some mobsters, black suits for the Oscars
At the table eating lobster, street nigga no imposter
Blowin' gas no rasta, medical drugs no doctor
Main bitch might pop ya, fuck around take her shoppin'
What kind foreign I'm coppin', what kind of bricks i'm coppin'
What kind of lick i'm plottin', what kind of stick i'm coppin'
What kind of jeans he shoppin', what kind of checks he poppin'
Bet when he drop he floppin, came from bottom up toppin'
