G Herbo - Do It For lyrics

(Intro – G Herbo) Hey yo East I came all the way to Harlem, look I figured I’d just go through you, you know what I’m saying? We make a little, flip a couple times do us And you just take me to papi himself We go with the whole bag And it’s just we ain’t go home or nothing, you know? (Chorus – Dave East & G Herbo) They looking for the coke, for the pills, for the molly, for the weed, for the lean We do it for the set, for the turf, for the block, got a Glock with a beam They take it too far, really try and be a star, but it’s not what it seems I ain’t had a dollar in my pocket, now I count it every night I go to sleep They looking for the coke, for the pills, for the molly, for the weed, for the lean We do it for the set, for the turf, for the block, got a Glock with a beam They take it too far, really try and be a star, but it’s not what it seems I been real paranoid in the streets, every night gotta clutch it in my dreams (Verse 1 – Dave East & G Herbo ) I got bi**hes on the payroll Catch a body, gotta lay low Took over the tri-state Herbo, I’m letting Herb go The bird flow got me feeling impatient like why wait? White plate, we could cook out Dolce and Gabbana when I take a nap I lost a couple thousand, I’ma make it back Ni**as never been outside, can’t relate to that I was in the coke spot Makaveli on repeat, starting to think that I know Pac Talk a lot, get a throat shot First Ave catch a 10, when they raid it be so hot Wake up, sleeping in the dope spot Fiends already lined up soon as the coke drop I can tell if you gang by the door knock And when the chain gang rang, flush the whole pot Break it down all the pansBaking soda in the kitchen getting busy with my mans Kinda dizzy in this bi**h, breathing wiffles of the tan F**k around, catch a high, starting to stumble where I stand Hit a couple quarters back, my old sh**ter had a fumble, dropped a nine, picked a scissor so I lost a couple grams Couple ni**as in the hood got hit up, told my dog this is fore he even k** em cause they got up on the stand (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 2 – Dave East & G Herbo ) I heard la policia was looking for your dog Say I’ve been toting artillery and selling balls Well you better not say my name on no phone call I know them people got my picture on that long wall Burner on my hip, blunt full of dope Cause I’m whipping coke, I ain’t dying broke I ain’t flying coach Only ni**a up in first cla**…woah 30 foot of coke Wrist solid gold, foreign stop and go Three months on the road Show All of it you sold Cast on my bus down 150 chains before they even did the most Jackie Chan, I kick it Foreign s**t, I’m in it Neiman Marcus know I never got a limit Shooting out the car, pray to God it’s tinted I ain’t had a pot to piss in, sh** was wicked (Repeat Chorus) (Outro) Herbo you know how that go ni**a East side to the east side Ugh, No Limit, border Real street ni**as forever Molly with the weed and the weed with the lean