Do Em Bad Video (MV)

(You know where we at, right)
I walked in this bitch, they like who is that
I don't need a map to get to the racks
I ain't with the beef 'cause I'm too relaxed
If I see the lights, I'ma do the dash
I wanted to quit and say f*ck all this shit
But I swore to my pops I would do 'em bad
I only flex 'cause I'm new to cash
I only stop if I'm low on gas
(Uh, uh uh)
I know you ain't real, I see through ya glass
If this shit don't hit, then I'm moving packs
If we gone do it, then let's do it fast
And I really been low-key and solo
Got love for the bros though
My niggas stay true as facts
So I brought the gang if you cool with that
We gone tear this bitch up 'fore we glue it back (Yea)
My money so good, I could sell it
Nigga, I'm so on time, you could tell it, yea
I'm with the shits, you could smell it
I can't ride around with niggas who get jealous
I done learned the hard way
Niggas really tryna beef, like I don't know no G's
Who might, burn ya broad day
Lately I've been having off days
So I ain't really tryna hear what y'all say
I might not pick up if you hit me
I been acting like I'm busy
Nigga you know how that shit be
When ya motor running empty
But you still out in the city
Steady gripping on ya Smitty
'Cause ya faith itty bitty, feel like someone out to get me
F*ck a sad song 'cause I ain't looking for ya pity
I'm so unhealthy, I feel so dizzy
I'm in my 20's, you got to be kidding
I need that Fetti, I need that kitty
I moved up north and forgot about the city
I know I'm hurt, I hope He with me
Anxiety a bitch and she far from pretty
But I f*ck her good and I suck her titties
She gave me feelings that I can't shake off
I don't know what the f*ck I'ma do 'bout that
I'm so confused, don't know how I should feel
I don't know how to deal, don't know who to ask
I walked in this bitch, they like who is that
I don't need a map to get to the racks
I ain't with the beef 'cause I'm too relaxed
If I see the lights, I'ma do the dash
I wanted to quit and say f*ck all this shit
But I swore to my pops I would do 'em bad
I only flex 'cause I'm new to cash
I only stop if I'm low on gas
(Uh, uh uh)
I know you ain't real, I see through ya glass
If this shit don't hit, then I'm moving packs
If we gone do it, then let's do it fast
And I really been low-key and solo
Got love for the bros though
My niggas stay true as facts
So I brought the gang if you cool with that
We gone tear this bitch up 'fore we glue it back (Yea)