Brick of money on the table, it's a strap in my lap
Snuck the flrrr in the club, on the couches, up in racks
Take a trip, I hit up sacks, don't got my size, go in the back
Brodie trippin' with the Mac, take out the pen, it's triple tap
Gotta watch for triple cross, me and two bitches triple threat
She eatin' pussy, I'm gettin the neck, was out the door before they dressed
Rub me wrong, I get him stretched, I ain't broke so I can't stress
It cost more when you buy less, Balenciaga's triple S
This an AR, not a tech, so it ain't jammin' when I blow
She close her eyes and bend her neck, look like she tryna drive the boat
Bro get busy with that blicky, he be quick to snatch a soul
And this shirt, it say Givenchy, remember days when I was broke
I'm just smokin', I'm just thinkin' like I'm Durk, but I don't need y'all
I'm like Curry with this 30, get to shootin', I don't need a ball
5K just for her titties, lift them up, now she don't need a bra
5K just for my face behind these Buffy's, I done seen it all
And I'ma hit my target with these standards, still got extra mags
Rippin' up 20's in the club, got the strippers mad
All about my Scrilla, had it tatted way before the song
Move wrong, get to throwin' bullets like he goin' long
Say he was a shooter, caught him out, that ain't what he on
Standin' on the couches off of Azul, she tryna take me home
Pull up to your block like a thief, I'm tryna snatch a soul
Keep squeezin' till this bitch click, I'm tryna light a stove
700 HP in his Trawk, this ain't a normal Jeep
Police say stop, I ain't gon' listen, I'm still gon' flee
You give her ass your all I do her dirty, she still gon' cheat
I could put this guap on your top, they wanna kill for free
Ice on my wrist, hunnids, same colors as anti-freeze
I'm in Cali smokin' top-notch in the AMG
Drivin' state to state with chops and weight, ain't no high speeds
Atlanta junkie workin' on my brakes, we on Don-Lee
Pull up to the drop with the guap, swap the drugs for cheese
Three on the clock, won't miss that shot, ain't no OT
I feel like Chief Keef, bang bang, all I do is glo(w)
If you ain't doin' it for no money, then what you doin' it for
Scrilla Gu - Doing It For Lyrics
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Brick of money on the table, it's a strap in my lap
Snuck the flrrr in the club, on the couches, up in racks
Take a trip, I hit up sacks, don't got my size, go in the back
Brodie trippin' with the Mac, take out the pen, it's triple tap
Gotta watch for triple cross, me and two bitches triple threat
She eatin' pussy, I'm gettin the neck, was out the door before they dressed
Rub me wrong, I get him stretched, I ain't broke so I can't stress
It cost more when you buy less, Balenciaga's triple S
This an AR, not a tech, so it ain't jammin' when I blow
She close her eyes and bend her neck, look like she tryna drive the boat
Bro get busy with that blicky, he be quick to snatch a soul
And this shirt, it say Givenchy, remember days when I was broke
I'm just smokin', I'm just thinkin' like I'm Durk, but I don't need y'all
I'm like Curry with this 30, get to shootin', I don't need a ball
5K just for her titties, lift them up, now she don't need a bra
5K just for my face behind these Buffy's, I done seen it all
And I'ma hit my target with these standards, still got extra mags
Rippin' up 20's in the club, got the strippers mad
All about my Scrilla, had it tatted way before the song
Move wrong, get to throwin' bullets like he goin' long
Say he was a shooter, caught him out, that ain't what he on
Standin' on the couches off of Azul, she tryna take me home
Pull up to your block like a thief, I'm tryna snatch a soul
Keep squeezin' till this bitch click, I'm tryna light a stove
700 HP in his Trawk, this ain't a normal Jeep
Police say stop, I ain't gon' listen, I'm still gon' flee
You give her ass your all I do her dirty, she still gon' cheat
I could put this guap on your top, they wanna kill for free
Ice on my wrist, hunnids, same colors as anti-freeze
I'm in Cali smokin' top-notch in the AMG
Drivin' state to state with chops and weight, ain't no high speeds
Atlanta junkie workin' on my brakes, we on Don-Lee
Pull up to the drop with the guap, swap the drugs for cheese
Three on the clock, won't miss that shot, ain't no OT
I feel like Chief Keef, bang bang, all I do is glo(w)
If you ain't doin' it for no money, then what you doin' it for
Snuck the flrrr in the club, on the couches, up in racks
Take a trip, I hit up sacks, don't got my size, go in the back
Brodie trippin' with the Mac, take out the pen, it's triple tap
Gotta watch for triple cross, me and two bitches triple threat
She eatin' pussy, I'm gettin the neck, was out the door before they dressed
Rub me wrong, I get him stretched, I ain't broke so I can't stress
It cost more when you buy less, Balenciaga's triple S
This an AR, not a tech, so it ain't jammin' when I blow
She close her eyes and bend her neck, look like she tryna drive the boat
Bro get busy with that blicky, he be quick to snatch a soul
And this shirt, it say Givenchy, remember days when I was broke
I'm just smokin', I'm just thinkin' like I'm Durk, but I don't need y'all
I'm like Curry with this 30, get to shootin', I don't need a ball
5K just for her titties, lift them up, now she don't need a bra
5K just for my face behind these Buffy's, I done seen it all
And I'ma hit my target with these standards, still got extra mags
Rippin' up 20's in the club, got the strippers mad
All about my Scrilla, had it tatted way before the song
Move wrong, get to throwin' bullets like he goin' long
Say he was a shooter, caught him out, that ain't what he on
Standin' on the couches off of Azul, she tryna take me home
Pull up to your block like a thief, I'm tryna snatch a soul
Keep squeezin' till this bitch click, I'm tryna light a stove
700 HP in his Trawk, this ain't a normal Jeep
Police say stop, I ain't gon' listen, I'm still gon' flee
You give her ass your all I do her dirty, she still gon' cheat
I could put this guap on your top, they wanna kill for free
Ice on my wrist, hunnids, same colors as anti-freeze
I'm in Cali smokin' top-notch in the AMG
Drivin' state to state with chops and weight, ain't no high speeds
Atlanta junkie workin' on my brakes, we on Don-Lee
Pull up to the drop with the guap, swap the drugs for cheese
Three on the clock, won't miss that shot, ain't no OT
I feel like Chief Keef, bang bang, all I do is glo(w)
If you ain't doin' it for no money, then what you doin' it for
Writer: Gregory Bufford
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