Lyrics Doing me - GMG Lulheim

(G I think we got 1)
Yea
Uh
GMG, Yea Lulheim

Could step in my shoes but we move a lil different
You fuck with a minor you gotta be kiddin
We sticked up in winter ain't using no mittens
I stay by lonely, I stay bout my business
If we go on a mission I'm watching for witness
When I get up I ain't sharing my winnings
I make your check in sum minutes, she a rebound like dennis
Don't know how I turned to a menace
Burning these trees I ain't worried about paper
How the fuck you get up, I been working sum labor
Hang up the cape can't save her
Hot nigga leaving a trial he a blazer

Why a ex bitch wishing me well
Y'all business a flop couldn't make a sale
He claim he a demon imma give him hell
Can't slide with your manz cause I know he gon tell
Opps keep taking L's
I'm smoking og you can tell by the smell
Said we killed who, nigga name don't ring a bell
They want smoke too, niggas could catch every shell
She do what I do she tryna be my shadow,

GMG, what they call me it's Lulheim (Heim)
Out the way I be doing me (Me)
You got the drop is you scared of me
Got niggas with sticks tryna bury me (Bury me)
These bitches rooting for the wrong team
Making money in and out of quarantine
Ain't nun happen these niggas be boring me
So we gon see
(We gon see)
(Yea)

Heart too cold, trapping at night it was me and my bro
Prada my drip we gon buy out the store
Shot at his gut we gon work out his core
Put her on dnd know I ignore her
I'm feeling great god know I was chosen
This ice leave you frozen, Y'all niggas sum posers
I had to learn how to hold my composer
Y'all need a perk I make plays when I'm sober
Calling up Swerve he putting shit in motion
She wet like the ocean, I ain't doing no folding
Stay off the gram we ain't scrolling
He wan act like a bitch we gon hoe him
After I fuck gotta give my condolence
Niggas be hating they internet trolling
Keeping my strap in a holster
He wan talk bad we pop him like a toaster

Could step in my shoes but we move a lil different
Niggas got beams how niggas still missing
In the same city I'm wanted, he missing
We left him shitty I heard he was dissing
You fuck with a minor you gotta be kiddin
We sticked up in winter ain't using no mittens
I stay by lonely, I stay bout my business
When I get up I ain't sharing my winnings

GMG, what I go by it's Lulheim (Heim)
Out the way I be doing me (Me)
You got the drop is you scared of me
Got niggas with sticks tryna bury me (Bury me)
Got bitches rooting for the wrong team
Making money in and out of quarantine
Ain't nun happen these niggas be boring me
So we gon see
(We gon see)
(Why the opps on me)
(You know where I be)
(Nigga come kill me)

(Yea, GMG)