Paper Route Empire - I Do This lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] 1017 (Ayy, yo, BandPlay) PRE [Chorus: Key Glock] fu*k what they talkin' 'bout I've been gettin' my cake and runnin' wild since a lil' child Yeah, gettin' it every day, I'm workin' sun up 'til the sun down Yeah, I'm gettin' it every day, these ni**as hatin', tryna see how I do this sh*t [Verse 1: Key Glock] b*tch, I'm not new to this, I'm true to this, you grew to this I got that thirty on me, that ruler clip, I'll do you in Shoot you and all your friends, yeah, I'm goin' ten for ten Yeah, these ni**as hoes, they ain't gon' touch a hair on my chinny-chin Yeah, big PRE championship ring 'cause all I do is win Yeah, big old Glock, riding down the street up in a big old Benz Huh, hop out designer with J's again? Yeah, I set that trend Uh, I used to drip, now I drench Huh, yeah, b*tch, I drench Uh, yeah, I've been buyin' so much sh*t, it don't make no sense Yeah, all my exes throwin' fits, they missed out on the kid Yeah, no matter how much money I get, I'll never pay a b*tch Or never pay attention, ni**a Uh, yeah, I'm paralyzed, I got no feelings Yeah, I got no feelings for these lil' scandalous-ass b*tches Yeah, when it come to gettin' money, b*tch, I'm so persistent Yeah, b*tch, I'm so precise Uh, you know I got stripes, ayy [Chorus: Key Glock] fu*k what they talkin' 'bout I've been gettin' my cake and runnin' wild since a lil' child Yeah, gettin' it every day, I'm workin' sun up 'til the sun down Yeah, I'm gettin' it every day, these ni**as hatin', tryna see how (How) I do this sh*t [Post-Chorus: Key Glock & Gucci Mane] I do it, I do it, I do it, yeah, I do this sh*t (I do this sh*t, I do this sh*t) Yeah, I do it, I do it, yeah, I do this sh*t (I do this sh*t, I do this sh*t Huh?) Yeah, I do it, yeah, I do it, yeah, I do this sh*t (I do this sh*t, I do this sh*t, Wop) Yeah, I do it, I do it, yeah, I do this sh*t (I do this sh*t, I do this sh*t, ni**a) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Stop the track, Glock, R.I.P to George Floyd (Stop) I'm Gucci Mane LaFlare, my watch cost way more than Floyd's (Well, damn) These ni**as broke as hell and it's obvious to see (I see) Gucci-ology, these ni**as be studying me (Wow) Get up off my dick like a b*tch, like a b*tch (b*tch) fu*k a gang, I don't need a clique, I'm the sh*t (Pfft) Glock young and rich, he got whips, matching fits (Glizzock) I ain't try to sign in Paper Route, ain't signin' sh*t (No) Glock be 'bout his Gs, he a G just like me (It's Gucci) How you just got signed but you broke? That's not we (Well, damn) 1017, South Memphis, East Atlanta in the East (EA) I'm the one that shot 'em, got you screamin', "R.I.P" (Grah, grah) [Chorus: Key Glock] fu*k what they talkin' 'bout I've been gettin' my cake and runnin' wild since a lil' child Yeah, gettin' it every day, I'm workin' sun up 'til the sun down Yeah, I'm gettin' it every day, these ni**as hatin', tryna see how (How) I do this sh*t [Post-Chorus: Key Glock] I do it, I do it, I do it, yeah, I do this sh*t (I do this sh*t, I do this sh*t) Yeah, I do it, I do it, yeah, I do this sh*t (I do this sh*t, I do this sh*t) Yeah, I do it, yeah, I do it, I do this sh*t (I do this sh*t, I do this sh*t) Yeah, I do it, I do it, yeah, I do this sh*t (I do this sh*t, I do this sh*t, ni**a)