This is a song about "Do gs"

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Governments could do way more than they do

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

Why do i gotta do what i gotta do?

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

So what we turn up, you know we the realest g's

Ohhh what to do, what to do...

Not to shit on you

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

I gotta question for you man

All these fake gs can go scram

I can't ever change without you

And we must do what we gotta do

Teachers do is tell us what to do

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you