ryda – what is you doing lyrics
[intro]
yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
n-gga counting up the bands, i need some more rubberbands
(woah)
sipping on that purple juice, n-ggas p-ssing me the xans
(woah)
b-tch don’t be hitting my line, i don’t really give a d-mn
(no)
i know you can’t get enough, i see you lurking on the gram
(whooo)
[hook]
what is you doing
hit me up and tell me all you n-ggas are the same
what is you doing
smashing things round the crib calling me insane
what’s is you doing
hit my line and tell me i hate you, f-ck you, you’re annoying
what is you doing
then hit me up and tell me i adore you
what is you doing
[verse 1]
young n-gga from the east coast in the west side
chilling with my bros and we throwing up gang signs
yeah you know a n-gga steady holding it down
lasgidi yeah you know that’s my town
yeah i’m balling
ice on my neck
but i’m still tryna get these cheques
yeah i’m still tryna get these stacks
yeah i’m still tryna double back
hold up
b-tches they come and they go
where i’m at? you never know
had enough of all these hoes
bout to get into my zone
i might just leave you alone
slow replies like i’m back on the road
hit my line and i put you on hold
i’m just tryna get this sh-t off my mind
might pop a pill if it takes me to the skies
hit me up
i ain’t hit you back
sh-t i’ve had enough
i ain’t going back
[hook]
what is you doing
hit me up and tell me all you n-ggas are the same
what is you doing
smashing things round the crib calling me insane
what’s is you doing
hit my line and tell me i hate you, f-ck you, you’re annoying
what is you doing
then hit me up and tell me i adore you
what is you doing
[verse 2]
gotta keep moving
yeah i keep my sh-t secluded
gotta wonder how i do it
n-ggas thinking it’s a movie
(oh yeah)
gotta keep moving
you would never catch me slipping
(no)
blades give me all the traction
sipping on that purple potion
not enough for levitation
gotta get outta the bas-m-nt
n-ggas sleeping?
do not wake them
sh-t happens, it don’t phase me
looking picture perfect lately
picture me, with your lady
yeah she know, that i’m wavy
pulled up in a black mercedes
now she wanna make a baby
she ain’t tryna take a plan b
but my main, chick around me
so to me. she’s a plan b
keep my day 1’s all around me
any other n-gga phony
(h-llo)
tell your b-tch, to get off me
(move)
middle finger to the haters
followed by the trigger finger
i’m careless
by that i mean a n-gga couldn’t care less
busy tryna make this money my best friend
(godd-mn)
i been goinsg so hard
ay
throwing up ones with the real ones
i just might roll one
something that can hold us
ay
b-tches just talking to talk
p-ssy n-ggas gon’ talk and then run
but
i been working so hard
i ain’t seen the back of my eyelids
money turn a n-gga to a savage
i ain’t gon’ stop till i’m mad rich
i ain’t gon’ stop till i’m mad rich
[hook]
what is you doing
hit me up and tell me all you n-ggas are the same
what is you doing
smashing things round the crib calling me insane
what’s is you doing
hit my line and tell me i hate you, f-ck you, you’re annoying
what is you doing
then hit me up and tell me i adore you
what is you doing
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