We Do This Shit by The Joint Committee Lyrics
[Produced by Squay]
[Chorus: J Gudda]
Rollin' big blunts, we do this shit
Riding with the strap, we do this shit
Hustling every day, we do this shit
What a nigga got to say? We do this shit
We do this shit, all night nigga we do this shit
Aye, man, we do this shit
Do this on sight, we do this shit
Hustling every day, we do this shit
[Verse 1: Squay]
Rolling blunts of that good green, good things coming, got hood dreams
Hollow points in this handgun and I'm selling dreams and I'm sipping lean
In the trap, got a hundred squares and I run this shit like I was the mayor
Calling shots like the referee, got a hundred million dollar recipe
You know I run in that pussy, I beat it I beat it
Kickin' shit, bitch yeah I cleat it
Wash that ass and then I clean it, bitch suck me 'fore I beat it
Riding around and I'm heated, so I'm loading rounds in this clip
And you thought shit was sweet 'til I hit your bitch, we do this shit
[Verse 2: Chris V the G]
Ain't got a xan monopoly, but I be having bars
I just got through with your bitch so my back be having scars
Got damn this track is hard, gotta flex it up and make a profit with it
Gotta cuff your hoe if you rocking with her, if I shop with her then imma hit it
Got icing on my cake, and icing on my wrist
I step into class late, they like goddamn this kid is ripped
All Polo undergarments, I'm killing these folks when I'm styling on 'em
Somebody was talking shit? Gimme an hour and I'm wylin' on 'em
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Yung Mung]
See me holla my name, stay in the A 'til I die
Yeen from here but you always come here, but when it comes night you always duck and hide
Do this do this shit every damn day, comin' straight out that Georgia red clay
City ain't for the meek, if you turn the other cheek these boys will damn sure take your life away, goodbye
Rolling my blunt, tryna get shit straight, gotta hit that weight
Push it like bench press, rising up from the muck, wanna press your luck or your fate?
Eastside back on top, do this shit booth to the block
Run up on your spot, I got the red dot trained on your dome with a brand new shoulder-stop
[Chorus: J Gudda]
Rollin' big blunts, we do this shit
Riding with the strap, we do this shit
Hustling every day, we do this shit
What a nigga got to say? We do this shit
We do this shit, all night nigga we do this shit
Aye, man, we do this shit
Do this on sight, we do this shit
Hustling every day, we do this shit
[Verse 1: Squay]
Rolling blunts of that good green, good things coming, got hood dreams
Hollow points in this handgun and I'm selling dreams and I'm sipping lean
In the trap, got a hundred squares and I run this shit like I was the mayor
Calling shots like the referee, got a hundred million dollar recipe
You know I run in that pussy, I beat it I beat it
Kickin' shit, bitch yeah I cleat it
Wash that ass and then I clean it, bitch suck me 'fore I beat it
Riding around and I'm heated, so I'm loading rounds in this clip
And you thought shit was sweet 'til I hit your bitch, we do this shit
[Verse 2: Chris V the G]
Ain't got a xan monopoly, but I be having bars
I just got through with your bitch so my back be having scars
Got damn this track is hard, gotta flex it up and make a profit with it
Gotta cuff your hoe if you rocking with her, if I shop with her then imma hit it
Got icing on my cake, and icing on my wrist
I step into class late, they like goddamn this kid is ripped
All Polo undergarments, I'm killing these folks when I'm styling on 'em
Somebody was talking shit? Gimme an hour and I'm wylin' on 'em
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Yung Mung]
See me holla my name, stay in the A 'til I die
Yeen from here but you always come here, but when it comes night you always duck and hide
Do this do this shit every damn day, comin' straight out that Georgia red clay
City ain't for the meek, if you turn the other cheek these boys will damn sure take your life away, goodbye
Rolling my blunt, tryna get shit straight, gotta hit that weight
Push it like bench press, rising up from the muck, wanna press your luck or your fate?
Eastside back on top, do this shit booth to the block
Run up on your spot, I got the red dot trained on your dome with a brand new shoulder-stop