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Peydawg - Let's Do It Lyrics




Nigga, we don't send out threat shots
We the type to walk down on a opp and give em neck shots
I be aiming with precision, tryna give a nigga my best shot
And I always keep that bitch up on my hip, don't make me pull it out

Since they think they bad, we gon' put them switches on them niggas
We gon' spin like back to back until we finish all them niggas
I be outside with my rod, ion need no pond, I fish for niggas
Just like Gervonta Davis, you get too close, I'ma hit y'all in your liver

I be walking down the street, strapped wit a cutta, I feel like Jason
When I be on that double cup, bitch, I be moving like the Matrix
I hope these niggas don't try to play, cause I ain't the one for them to play with
Like a cover, zero defense, bitch, this Glock ain't got no safety

I can barely get in my feelings, cause the streets done took my heart away
Wake up, roll a 3-5 in the wood, that's how I start my day
Before I ever have my hand out, I'll take the hardest way
If I catch my opp in traffic, boy, I swear I'm flipping his car today

This a big ass gun, when I pull the trigger, might make the ground shake
Ayy, my chopper got some bass, this bitch be thumping like some 808
We don't f*ck with no 380s, we be clutching big ol' 308s
Yeah, you can try to bring a knife to a gunfight, I bet you die today

When I pop out, I be one deep, I don't need no gang with me
I ain't never lacking, always be pistol packing, I keep that thang with me
When the smoke ion do no running, I be on the front line with a semi
I ain't finna hop on a net and put no nigga up in my mentions

I be on that smacker shit, don't let that rapping shit confuse you
Niggas be coochie in real life, but try to be gangsters on computers
I was just a teen with a .45, I ain't talking about no Cougars
I be teaching niggas how to step like I'm they motherf*cking tutor

Bitch, I move like bob the builder, I never leave the house without my toolie
And I stay with extra clips, you make me mad, I shoot a movie
Just for talking shit, my niggas will leave you stank just like a sewage
When a nigga say he want smoke them NSB's holler let's do it

Northside P
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Nigga, we don't send out threat shots
We the type to walk down on a opp and give em neck shots
I be aiming with precision, tryna give a nigga my best shot
And I always keep that bitch up on my hip, don't make me pull it out

Since they think they bad, we gon' put them switches on them niggas
We gon' spin like back to back until we finish all them niggas
I be outside with my rod, ion need no pond, I fish for niggas
Just like Gervonta Davis, you get too close, I'ma hit y'all in your liver

I be walking down the street, strapped wit a cutta, I feel like Jason
When I be on that double cup, bitch, I be moving like the Matrix
I hope these niggas don't try to play, cause I ain't the one for them to play with
Like a cover, zero defense, bitch, this Glock ain't got no safety

I can barely get in my feelings, cause the streets done took my heart away
Wake up, roll a 3-5 in the wood, that's how I start my day
Before I ever have my hand out, I'll take the hardest way
If I catch my opp in traffic, boy, I swear I'm flipping his car today

This a big ass gun, when I pull the trigger, might make the ground shake
Ayy, my chopper got some bass, this bitch be thumping like some 808
We don't f*ck with no 380s, we be clutching big ol' 308s
Yeah, you can try to bring a knife to a gunfight, I bet you die today

When I pop out, I be one deep, I don't need no gang with me
I ain't never lacking, always be pistol packing, I keep that thang with me
When the smoke ion do no running, I be on the front line with a semi
I ain't finna hop on a net and put no nigga up in my mentions

I be on that smacker shit, don't let that rapping shit confuse you
Niggas be coochie in real life, but try to be gangsters on computers
I was just a teen with a .45, I ain't talking about no Cougars
I be teaching niggas how to step like I'm they motherf*cking tutor

Bitch, I move like bob the builder, I never leave the house without my toolie
And I stay with extra clips, you make me mad, I shoot a movie
Just for talking shit, my niggas will leave you stank just like a sewage
When a nigga say he want smoke them NSB's holler let's do it

Northside P
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Writer: PAUL JAMES BROWN, RYAN SPENDLOVE, TOM BAILEY, ANDREI NOSOV
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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