Lil Meta - What U Do It For lyrics

[Intro: Lil Meta] What you do it for? It's your boy, Lil Meta, in the building The money, the cars, the clothes [Chorus: Lil Meta] What you do it for, what you do it for? What you do it for, what you do it for? The ice, the money, the cars, the clothes The ice, the money, the cars, the clothes What you do it for, what you do it for? What you do it for, what you do it for? The blood, the bodies, the victims, the k**ing The blood, the bodies, the victims, the k**ing [Verse 1: Lil Meta] Life's a b**h and then you die Might as well be parachute fly Shoo, fly, that's for the haters The shoes fly, same color as the Florida Gators Breitling on my wrist, cost a full twenty “What you do it for, Meta?” I do it for the money Natural born hustler, I keep them coming Make them steal on fours ‘cause I love stunting I'm k**ing them, Meta Myers I'm with the big boss, we got them streets on fire It's Halloween, pluck his teeth out with the pliers What this is? The Devil's enterprise Good Samaritan, save that for them other guys Body in the trunk, no, it's not from Enterprise Dropped his body off on I-95 Mr. Dollasign, dump his body while I drive This Halloween, you better run and hide Play a s**er, catch a s**er that's ‘bout a zan Blood on my hands, I ain't talking gang signs Next day, in the papers what a crime [Chorus: Lil Meta] What you do it for, what you do it for? What you do it for, what you do it for? The ice, the money, the cars, the clothes The ice, the money, the cars, the clothes What you do it for, what you do it for? What you do it for, what you do it for? The blood, the bodies, the victims, the k**ing The blood, the bodies, the victims, the k**ing [Verse 2: Mr. Dollasign] I'm Mr. Dollasign, I get this sh** popping Them n***as staring like hoes, tell them to quit jocking What time it is, look at my timepiece Look at my front seat, you see a dime piece I do it for the hood, I do it for the streets I do it for my people out here and trying to f**ing eat I do it for my city, I do it for the Glaze I do it for the money, I'll leave them in a daze b**h, I'll dig up your gra**, sh** on your front lawn Your car get egged up, toilet paper your home So if you're scared, go to church, Hallelujah You gon' see me in your dreams, Freddy Krueger When the Chainsaw Ma**acre come after you You better keep your distance, I heard he bad for you The night's so cold, but the fire coming Yeah, I give them Hell, I keep the fire burning [Chorus: Lil Meta] What you do it for, what you do it for? What you do it for, what you do it for? The ice, the money, the cars, the clothes The ice, the money, the cars, the clothes What you do it for, what you do it for? What you do it for, what you do it for? The blood, the bodies, the victims, the k**ing The blood, the bodies, the victims, the k**ing