I Ain't Doin' Nothin

[Intro:] Uh, ah, ha-ha, ma, ha-ha [Chorus:] Shit, I ain’t doin nuttin (doin nuttin) Jus drinkin an smokin, probably eat a lil summin (lil summin) Bad bitch probably beat a lil summin (lil summin) Yeah ya feel me Shit, I ain’t doin nuttin (doin nuttin) Jus drinkin an smokin, probably move a lil summin (lil summin) Top dat get d revenue bumpin (revenue bumpin) Ya dig [Verse 1:] Ugh Did it big last night, but today I’m payin for it What’s d best way to get rid of a hangover? drink some more of it You know what (what), I think you’re out from d dehydration They say the body needs to have electrolytes (electrolytes),electrolytes, yea electrolytes I googled it right an they say drink pedialyte (pedialyte) A musical tide in d orange room where I write (where I write) Food, sex an ma music that’s what I like (what I like) Chevy caprice, she rollin d trees (rollin d streets) We hittin d weed (hittin d weed), we gettin ghee (gettin ghee) Savvin it, havin it, gettin, abness attractin it Traffickin it, stackin it, seran plastic baggin it [Chorus] [Verse 2:] She say dealin wit you in d doin If I ain’t coutin money bitch den I’m in d screwin Move a whole lot a bras yea I’m 42in An when dey dealin wit d gawn then I’m goin through em Kinda fast too, I’m everywhere nigga not, I’m in d birds where dey bring d birds in they dock An I’ d first to get d word right befo’ dey flock An I control what they servin when d prices drop Lil mama if you really wanna get to know me, I can meet you on d block you can pull up on me An I be smokin hella beelas wit d little homies Gettin revenue, she treatin wit d hedo homey, ya dig [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I’m mixin vodka wit dis gin, bout to dive up in her friend Hit d weave for five, den it hold it fo’ ten Ma eyes d same colour as ma skin an ma lips is chapped How ya lips get lips get black? From smokin too many black an mimes Swishers, phillies, backwards, stuffin em wid dis OG kush, pinchin outta ma bundle, trees is what dis OG kush All d youngsters call me uncle, I’ll put money on they books, when they get busted by the popo (bitch!) Hobos, no no, it’s water in d bobo, six for d artistes an three for d narkos Bricks got sparkle, Montana white Break a barrel sack about to get em off tonight Ma gangstaz on d bike, milli in d bushes, Minnesota nickles on d line fo’ d kushes I tell em no questions, we closer to d edge, an we be takin heads fo’ d bread (yea) [Chorus]