Do It For Em! midwxst

[Intro]
(Hey, glumboy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah)
(Big goonie, you rockin' with LJ, fuck is you talkin' about)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I'm sippin' on Fanta, no, this is not Tris
Put the Rollie on my wrist, it cover the slits
I promised my momma that I would get rich
And I'm not backing down, no, I'm fin' do that shit
R.I.P. to my auntie and grandma, I miss
I do this for family, I do it for them

[Verse]
I was a lil' boy, and I turned to a man
I'm finna blow up, yeah, you know that's the plan
They wanna be me
I feel like I'm Kai, I got money on me
I stay with the gang, got an army with me
Yeah, you is not bae, you not charming to me
So, I do not care what you say
The mеmories, know they replaying
My bad thoughts startеd decaying
I'm seeing the fakes, I'm surveying
Momma told me she proud of me, fuck everybody that doubted me, yeah
I feel like my name is Autumn!, put my bitches in the Watanabe's, yeah
Muhfuckers' wanna like me, I know that they really some wannabes, yeah
I already know I'ma blow, just wondering when will the time will be, yeah
Crazy how fast that the time pass
I was making songs off of my iPad
Had a hope for [?] in my head
I was short as hell, boy, I was down bad
And now I get the money in my bag
I always remember the nights I was so sad
Now I'm up so don't think I'ma go back
My true colors is out, I'ma show that, yeah
I ain't never give a damn
Autotune voice, but I'm feeling what I am
Boy said I'm not hard, but I know that he a fan
Boy watchin all my moves, that boy really is a stan
Check just hit, finna do my lil' dance
Spend three-hunnid on my brand new pants
You not like me, boy you don't got a chance
Purple hoodie on me, I feel like I'm Prince, yeah
Saying I'm up, but I already know
I couldn't do this shit, do it on my own
Sh-Shoutout to everybody that I know
I do this for you, and do it for my bros
Balenci's on me when I walk in the store
I copped me some clothes, but I want me some more
I'm raising my glass 'cause it's time for a toast
I'm watching my back, know I stay on my toes
Call my fit Benji, cause that shit is cold
You don't know the link, no, you don't know the code
That boy went outside, I heard that boy he tote
I feel like I'm Ye, I might rock a Polo
I feel like I'm Charles, 'cause I'm on my ho
When I hit my DMs, tryna get in my show
You mess with the gang, and that choppa gon' blow
Put the foot on the gas, 'cause I'm not going slow
Hop in the Benz, I hop in Mercedes
Off of the drugs, so they cannot tame me
Got a lil' thing, know I got a lil' lady
She stay at my crib, she been here a lot lately
Oh you think you funny, you not entertaining
Been in the stu', this is my form of training
Know I'm not thin, baby I'm concentrating
Finna drop a lil' song, 'cause they tired of waiting