This is a song about "Do gs"

Bodying the beat and breaking bread with the coldest of g's

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Ohhh what to do, what to do...

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Do you worry? do you even care? do you even know

Imma do me and do what i gotta do,

So anything do is everything to you

Forever asking what do i got to do

She gonna dance when that molly through

Don't do what your forced to do, do what makes you happy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Don't do what somebody else do

Why we gotta argue