Lyrics Do (feat. Syla) - JoDolo

I got the work in my pocket
What would you do (Trap)
I been away for a week nigga
What would you do (Trap)
Busy cooking in the stu
What would you do (Rap)
Tell me that it wasn't you
No shaggy I gotta cross you
What you gon' do
I got that work in my jeans (AYE)
Tell me who's you
You not my son Billie Jeans
TRAP TRAP
Whipping that to I got the flavors u need (AYE)
Selling a few then I bring it to the team (Hard)

Yeah thats hard (Facts)
Since a young-in in the park (Facts)
I put 50 on the car (Facts)
And sold it back for a few (Facts)
Just to hang in the garage (Facts)
Nigga what you know 'bout losses
Mine boy I take 'em and I go crush 'em
Blunts I be rolling with SYLA we smoke 'em
I fucked your girl she had a crush on me
Get with the click you will never go to sleep
SYLA DOLO on the scene
Steal your women yes indeed
Bringing the heat gon for the kill
Speaking Spanish and she falls for the D
African Mexicano on the mix
Cocaine colour be the whip in the streets
Whipping the mixture
Learn from the vultures
Im on the stage and Im repping the culture
She rub my dick and she loving the texture
She sent a text and im not finna answer
Im in the stu Pablo chasing the pesos
They love the Coca im loving the Profit
Marijuana smoking while im in traffic
Cash a deposit im right back in traffic
See we rising baby wanna be all on me
Wanna be part of the movie
Now she wanna be my my baby
Scotie to hottie I want me a Bentley all white like Yo Gotti
The gang be the reason why we keep on moving
No talent be wasted the pricing be different

I got the work in my pocket
What would you do (Trap)
I been away for a week nigga
What would you do (Trap)
Busy cooking in the stu
What would you do (Rap)
Tell me that it wasn't you
No shaggy I gotta cross you
What you gon' do
I got that work in my jeans (AYE)
Tell me who's you
You not my son Billie Jeans
TRAP TRAP
Whipping that to I got the flavors u need (AYE)
Selling a few then I bring it to the team (Hard)

What would you do try and walk in my shoes
Get up everyday and be ready to move
Hop in the shower smoke blunts in the coupe
I could walk to the stu but don't dirty my shoes
What would you do going out with a tool
Federale is on the coupe
Searching the car but still find no clue
Tryna put me on the news
What would do if a hater go touch
One of your love ones put him in the dust
My daddy told me don't put trust into trust
She a bitch and she ugly she don't want no love
Scotie to hottie I want me a Bentley all white like Yo Gotti
The gang be the reason why we keep on moving
No talent be wasted the pricing be different
Heart broken
Cold with no feels
If the doors are open
I will never lock it
Now the sky is falling misfits you wont understand it
Miss me with the "Loving" fiction
Left her in the morning
See we rising baby wanna be all on me
Wanna be part of the movie
Now she wanna be my my baby
Scotie to hottie I want me a Bentley all white like Yo Gotti
The gang be the reason why we keep on moving
No talent be wasted the pricing be different