[Lyric] This What I Do (Roy Deezy)

[Intro]
𝘙𝘚𝘒 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺

[Chorus]
I’m ready, I’m so ready baby
And I’d go bankrupt before it’d ever change me
I don’t know about you
But nigga, this what I do
Nigga, this what I do
Nigga, this what I do
No, I don’t know about you
But nigga this what I do

[Verse 1]
I get the key to the throne
Drunk off the Crown
Someone get Tom tell him peep what I’m on, knee deep
And it’s on, speak on me better sleep with the chrome
Weak niggas never eat when I’m home
If it’s beef then it’s on
These niggas don’t compete, they a feast, like a bitch ass with a pair of jeans and a thong
Top 5, niggas better leave me alone
I’m a beast, you a dog on a leash, fuck ‘em all, hold on
Pussy niggas in they feelings, really I don’t give a fuck about ‘em if they ain’t 9Milly or [?]
[?]
All I do is fuck with killers, why you think I [?]
[?] when I get on tracks, it make it hard to breath when I punish shit
With metaphors, and the songs that I write got the types of hooks in them that be making Stevie Wonder flinch
Who he is? Where he at? Point him out
Fuck an IV, I’m tryna get [?] like Beyoncé
I’m straight, all of my city, I’m puttin’ on for my niggas from over east to out west like Delonte (Okay)
Who fuckin’ with me when it comes to spittin’ venom, it’s Em in his prime, [?]flow boy, I do’s this
I suggest you put that beefin’ shit to rest ‘fore you end up in a news clip dead, tryna prove shit
[?] you get the point
Since ‘99, I been writin’ rhymes
Killin’ [?], I even had a nigga scared when I hit the joint
It’s work time, nigga, and I ain’t clockin’ out until these mothafucka’s give me what they owe and they a long way
From Starbucks, they caught fucks in the hallway, every 25 I did 100 like a car chase
Nigga, let’s talk cake
[Chorus]
I’m ready, I’m so ready baby
And I’d go bankrupt before it’d ever change me
I don’t know about you
But nigga, this what I do
Nigga, this what I do
Nigga, this what I do
No, I don’t know about you
But nigga, this what I do

[Verse 2]
Uh, I just talked to Moussa
Told him that this crown got me feelin’ like Luther
[?] Jay-Z, or Hoover
[?]
I don’t do that internet beefin’, I’m a shooter
I’ll show up at a nigga front door like it’s super
I ain’t talkin’ book ‘em, but this .38 took ‘em
Put a fuckin’ bullet hole right in his computer
Shout out to my jeweler for these diamonds on my Mueller
He got a young nigga feelin’ like he Rick The Ruler
Boy, I get the moolah, getting head in a Uber
By a bad bitch, thick throat like a tuba
Million dollar vision, [?] and some Pumas
Dope got me floatin’ like a mothafuckin’ rumor
You not talkin’ money, then you speakin’ sign language
Never mind me, I’m just callin’ my producer
Milly, I’m a dog, where that mothafuckin’ leash at?
Shout out to my Lakers, show LeBron where the beach at
I keep a rocket on me, better kill me ‘fore I reach that
Ain’t no rapper fuckin’ with me and I mean that
Bet this 40 Cali that I carry make him lean back
Nigga, I ain’t talkin’ Fat Joe
And it came with a pair of gloves and a ski mask
If he get to frontin’, then I’m kickin’ in his back door
[Chorus]
I’m ready, I’m so ready baby
And I’d go bankrupt before it’d ever change me
I don’t know about you
But nigga, this what I do
Nigga, this what I do
Nigga, this what I do
No, I don’t know about you
But nigga, this what I do