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Do Yo Sh!t Video (MV)




Performed By: G Herbo
Featuring: Southside
Written by: Herbert Wright, Joshua Luellen




G Herbo - Do Yo Sh!t Lyrics




[ Featuring Southside ]

Oh, oh
DY Krazy
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
What up? What up?

Uh, girl, what up? (Girl, what's up?)
Go'n do that shit (Do that shit)
Girl, do your shit
You know you the shit, uh
Give a f*ck who you with, uh
Are you too cute to admit, huh?
Are you too cute to commit, huh?
Your nigga put some jewels on your wrist, huh?
Uh, girl, what up?
Go'n do that shit
Girl, do your shit
You know you the shit, uh
Give a f*ck who you with, uh
Are you too cute to admit, huh?
Are you too cute to commit, huh?
Your nigga put some jewels on your wrist, huh?

You know your bank account got G's, shoes got double C's, niggas droolin' and shit, huh?
You got them niggas choosin' and shit, huh?
You say you get to choose who you with, huh?
Huh, then what, huh?
I guess there ain't no rules in this shit, uh (Like a pimp)
But you know me, I'ma come through, score low-key, I don't like losin' and shit, uh
When you wrote me, I was geeked up, ask broski
Could've had me gone, it was so easy
But you went along, already know you ain't know me, so I went long 'fore you start teasin'
And I come through like a pimp (Uh)
You know your last nigga was a wimp
Let me put your name on a blimp, uh
And I stand tall, no limp
I'ma shoot my shot like Kim
F*ck 'round, Tim Dunc' off the rim
You know how I jump out the gym, uh
Most important, you know I ain't nothin' like him
And I know you ain't nothin' like them, uh
When we at Benihanas, I get steak and lobster
You know I can't f*ck with that shrimp, uh
When I hop in the big truck, I roll up a big 'Wood
You know I can't f*ck with no skimp
As I roll out the zipper, she undo my zipper
'Cause I can't do nothin' but win, uh
Now I can't do nothin' but grin (Blessed)
I'm feelin' and touchin' her skin
We gon' end up f*ckin' again, uh

Uh, girl, what up? (Girl, what's up?)
Go'n do that shit (Do that shit)
Girl, do your shit
You know you the shit, uh
Give a f*ck who you with, uh
Are you too cute to admit, huh?
Are you too cute to commit, huh?
Your nigga put some jewels on your wrist, huh?
Uh, girl, what up?
Go'n do that shit
Girl, do your shit
You know you the shit, uh
Give a f*ck who you with, uh
Are you too cute to admit, huh?
Are you too cute to commit, huh?
Your nigga put some jewels on your wrist, huh?

I know you don't touch other men
You know when I'm in the stu', I ain't touchin' a pen
You know I hop in that drip and don't touch it again
'Fore I turned 21 I was touchin' an M (You know that)
I'm in that S-63 Benz
Really I just been bool, I ain't get it in
It's just me and like two or three friends
But they'll move around if you gettin' in
Let the sunroof down if you gettin' in
It's like you ridin' outside, you can feel the wind
And you know you protected, I got this bitch right on my hip
Don't believe, you can feel it then
Might tell you 'bout some shit I done really did
But hell nah, you might think you a killer then
You ain't never seen money to the ceiling then
I'll have your head spinnin' like a ceiling fan
I grew up with gorillas and killers and
I just gotta say when and I send 'em in
You would think they go fishing and reel 'em in
'Cause they always come with who I send 'em in
If I wasn't born in poverty, I wouldn't be a sinner then
How the f*ck we gon' eat without dividends?
You ain't never met me, I ain't do what I had in the streets to get 'head, don't be bitter then
And I was dead broke, I remember when
I taste good in your mouth like cinnamon
And you know I'm still the man like gingerbread
I'ma roll a Backwood while I'm gettin' head
And he broke, he ain't never seen six figures
So don't tell me 'bout nothin' no nigga said
Hang with nine rich niggas, you gon' be the tenth one
Yeah, I think that was somethin' that Jigga said
You ain't rich until your niggas rich with you
Yeah, I think that was somethin' I should've said
Ain't gon' never get up 'less you go without
And I think that's the reason I get ahead
Gotta pick that bitch up when I leave the house
Then put one up and pray I don't end up dead
Off a Perc', that's the reason my eyes red
Gotta stay high 'cause I don't wanna feel the lead

Uh, girl, what up? (Girl, what's up?)
Go'n do that shit (Do that shit)
Girl, do your shit
You know you the shit, uh
Give a f*ck who you with, uh
Are you too cute to admit, huh?
Are you too cute to commit, huh?
Your nigga put some jewels on your wrist, huh?
Uh, girl, what up?
Go'n do that shit
Girl, do your shit
You know you the shit, uh
Give a f*ck who you with, uh
Are you too cute to admit, huh?
Are you too cute to commit, huh?
Your nigga put some jewels on your wrist, huh?
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Oh, oh
DY Krazy
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
What up? What up?

Uh, girl, what up? (Girl, what's up?)
Go'n do that shit (Do that shit)
Girl, do your shit
You know you the shit, uh
Give a f*ck who you with, uh
Are you too cute to admit, huh?
Are you too cute to commit, huh?
Your nigga put some jewels on your wrist, huh?
Uh, girl, what up?
Go'n do that shit
Girl, do your shit
You know you the shit, uh
Give a f*ck who you with, uh
Are you too cute to admit, huh?
Are you too cute to commit, huh?
Your nigga put some jewels on your wrist, huh?

You know your bank account got G's, shoes got double C's, niggas droolin' and shit, huh?
You got them niggas choosin' and shit, huh?
You say you get to choose who you with, huh?
Huh, then what, huh?
I guess there ain't no rules in this shit, uh (Like a pimp)
But you know me, I'ma come through, score low-key, I don't like losin' and shit, uh
When you wrote me, I was geeked up, ask broski
Could've had me gone, it was so easy
But you went along, already know you ain't know me, so I went long 'fore you start teasin'
And I come through like a pimp (Uh)
You know your last nigga was a wimp
Let me put your name on a blimp, uh
And I stand tall, no limp
I'ma shoot my shot like Kim
F*ck 'round, Tim Dunc' off the rim
You know how I jump out the gym, uh
Most important, you know I ain't nothin' like him
And I know you ain't nothin' like them, uh
When we at Benihanas, I get steak and lobster
You know I can't f*ck with that shrimp, uh
When I hop in the big truck, I roll up a big 'Wood
You know I can't f*ck with no skimp
As I roll out the zipper, she undo my zipper
'Cause I can't do nothin' but win, uh
Now I can't do nothin' but grin (Blessed)
I'm feelin' and touchin' her skin
We gon' end up f*ckin' again, uh

Uh, girl, what up? (Girl, what's up?)
Go'n do that shit (Do that shit)
Girl, do your shit
You know you the shit, uh
Give a f*ck who you with, uh
Are you too cute to admit, huh?
Are you too cute to commit, huh?
Your nigga put some jewels on your wrist, huh?
Uh, girl, what up?
Go'n do that shit
Girl, do your shit
You know you the shit, uh
Give a f*ck who you with, uh
Are you too cute to admit, huh?
Are you too cute to commit, huh?
Your nigga put some jewels on your wrist, huh?

I know you don't touch other men
You know when I'm in the stu', I ain't touchin' a pen
You know I hop in that drip and don't touch it again
'Fore I turned 21 I was touchin' an M (You know that)
I'm in that S-63 Benz
Really I just been bool, I ain't get it in
It's just me and like two or three friends
But they'll move around if you gettin' in
Let the sunroof down if you gettin' in
It's like you ridin' outside, you can feel the wind
And you know you protected, I got this bitch right on my hip
Don't believe, you can feel it then
Might tell you 'bout some shit I done really did
But hell nah, you might think you a killer then
You ain't never seen money to the ceiling then
I'll have your head spinnin' like a ceiling fan
I grew up with gorillas and killers and
I just gotta say when and I send 'em in
You would think they go fishing and reel 'em in
'Cause they always come with who I send 'em in
If I wasn't born in poverty, I wouldn't be a sinner then
How the f*ck we gon' eat without dividends?
You ain't never met me, I ain't do what I had in the streets to get 'head, don't be bitter then
And I was dead broke, I remember when
I taste good in your mouth like cinnamon
And you know I'm still the man like gingerbread
I'ma roll a Backwood while I'm gettin' head
And he broke, he ain't never seen six figures
So don't tell me 'bout nothin' no nigga said
Hang with nine rich niggas, you gon' be the tenth one
Yeah, I think that was somethin' that Jigga said
You ain't rich until your niggas rich with you
Yeah, I think that was somethin' I should've said
Ain't gon' never get up 'less you go without
And I think that's the reason I get ahead
Gotta pick that bitch up when I leave the house
Then put one up and pray I don't end up dead
Off a Perc', that's the reason my eyes red
Gotta stay high 'cause I don't wanna feel the lead

Uh, girl, what up? (Girl, what's up?)
Go'n do that shit (Do that shit)
Girl, do your shit
You know you the shit, uh
Give a f*ck who you with, uh
Are you too cute to admit, huh?
Are you too cute to commit, huh?
Your nigga put some jewels on your wrist, huh?
Uh, girl, what up?
Go'n do that shit
Girl, do your shit
You know you the shit, uh
Give a f*ck who you with, uh
Are you too cute to admit, huh?
Are you too cute to commit, huh?
Your nigga put some jewels on your wrist, huh?
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Writer: Herbert Wright, Joshua Luellen
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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