What It Do

[Intro] [Hook-x2] We gon show you mothafuckas what it do Mix the [?] with the Grey Goose Watch them mothafuckin niggas act a fool [?] this is how we do [Verse 1: Jay Rock] It's goin' down tonight, be cool You don't wanna pay that price Grab a girl get a drink and it's all good Blue rags red flags, yeah it's all hood Bitches on my hip, you're [?] when I say get 'em girl Shit that I be drinkin' just make you just wanna shit it [?] Shit that I be smokin' it's potent make your head spin and swirl Cold game, yeah that pussy drippin' like a [?] Me and Bo up in this bitch, best of both worlds [?], disrespect and we throw slugs Roll tough, rollin' on dubs, yeah we blow bud Still bloods, no disrespect, yeah we still love I need a model type chick Need a project bitch Who cook, clean and ride big dick She got [?] in the face, ass in the back And she got more curves than a racing car track [?] at the bar sippin' on [?] We good with the heat, we like [?] Watts up, yeah the west is back Jay Rock, the beast, Sounwave the track [Hook] [Verse 2: Bo] Catch me in the club with my air force ones White tee, black jeans blowin' on chron I need a bad bitch to poke on Up in VIP head game gotta be [?] Me and Jay what we sippin' on If your man wanna trip, yeah I'm not the one Baby girl, don't get me wrong Cause after the club I might take you home Yeah, and make that bed rock Watch how this young nigga man hit that twot I'm guaranteed, to hit that spot Nope, Bo don't eat that twot I ain't tryin' to be your man all right Just tryin' to have relations, so I hope that thing get tight Yeah the night is still young and I ain't gettin' no older So hit your boy up after the club is over [Hook] [Verse 3: Punch] Yeah, we done did it again Me and Rock 'bout to get those in, so where you at Bo Hot lines the nicest, got the flow locked down Like I put it in vice grips You don't know another spitter that's like this Call me hot lines, cause I got hot lines, like a psychic The flow spittin, more better than most Make it clap for cheddar, like first kings of the coast If you got it then drop it Let's see how quick you can break these pockets The walk is sick, the talk is slick Don't look her in the eye, she'll talk you out of your chips Glossy lips, manicured French tip She addicted to Punch, cause the flow make sense It make sense, yeah I get that later Bounce with me one time if you gettin' that paper [Outro] It's goin' down tonight, be cool You don't wanna pay that price Grab a girl get a drink and it's all good Blue rags red flags, yeah it's all hood