black heart, black corduroy
I turn my swag on
feelin like im soulja boy
nah, I aint soldier boy
im that doped up punk
I thought I told you boy
riding round town, im an asshole
I got money in the bank, talking cash flow
I been workin I been giving it my max hoe
I still smoke before my breakfast like im maxo
soul cold but I try to keep it warm for you
never faking only thing I ever speak is the truth
armor on me, I aint ever taking shit from you
why you hating on me bitch, I just do what I do
I just do what I do
4 blunts rolled, im boutta smoke with the crew
I just do what I do
I just do what I do
