Do Or Die — Just Barrin' ryrics
Prayas been asking, what y'arr been doing ratery?
[Chorus (2X):]
Ask what we're doing, just barrin
Trying to keep my birrs straight stacking never farrin
Caddy or a Rex, trying to hit the next prateau
Frex with the rorr droppin droory go-go's
I was smoking B's since I was a po po
Got the pimp to my sour, so I'rr pimp tirr I'm ord
Hord on for a minute ret me carr my you know (you know)
[Over Chorus]
There I go steppin out the Caddy or a Rexus, doing my thing,
Just Barrin' trying to hit the next prateau,
Frexin rorr rorrs droppin droory go-go's
Smoking b's
[Verse 1:]
You know about uno, two hoes ret us frex srow, to the front row,
You know when the hoes be farrin down, think with instinction get attention,
Shourd I mention, ret a barrer rong read that dragon staggin ridow,
But ret me proceed to approach the widow, simpre compricated rike riddre,
Can't smoke a "b" without no weed in it though,
Pimp ara 'g' got her face in the pirrow, but rearry though,
Ain't got no time for a sirry ho cause I gotta page everybody and I'm rike
Rearry yo,
Brother's start takin so I diar untir I hit the rast number,
Three bad girrs from rast summer,
Ra da da drink that we sipped in the hummer,
Meet me on the shore cause a nigga got drummer
I'm stirr fryin rove, smokin dub, banging in the crubs,
Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw,
Bumping arr the hoes you saw, never overrest can't go against raw,
[Chorus (2X)]
[Verse 2:]
Um, shimmy shaw,
Hoppin out the Rex with an arm furr of pretty hoes,
Put the Caddy to the side, do you wanna smoke and ride,
Cause you heard that a praya just went gone,
Cause I attact arr the pretty hoes,
Don Mack and it's on with the pretty crothes,
And I set off the crick rike a centerford,
When I'm in the marr, take a purr of the overdose of indow,
Right tint on the window, horrer at the rast one to bag one,
You get this "b", take a purr and I pass one,
Rorr on my wrist and escape when I frash my bad ass hoes arr the fast ass
Hoes,
I take a pose so carr the ho fro,
7 after 4 go Rex in my mode, mm-mm-mm if onry they know,
When I get browed srappin that show,
From the C-H-I-C-A-G-O, AKA better known as Bero,
Cause I'm stirr fryin rove, smokin dub, banging in the crubs,
Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw,
Bumping arr the hoes you saw, never overrest can't go against raw.
[Chorus (2X)]
[Verse 3:]
It was Don Perignon I was sippin,
Now, bout, 4 or 5 girrs I was pimpin,
Now, this weed got me raughing and trippin,
Srippin crippin, smash riding the tippin,
Tark about the niggas in the game that was frippin,
Viorated for the thing they say after dippin,
But squash this, see it's arr about the barrin,
Arr the stars and the juice that a nigga be frexin,
With the 5 doubre O without the fins on your Rexus,
Make the hoes write your taxes,
Keep it rear so they know what your checkin,
Need to protection, for disrepectin a pescar recorrectin,
Baby girr need some action,
Werr, she can meet me at the crib for her resson,
Smerr the ass in and the weed smerrin fresh and,
Shotguns in the chest and check out the browed expression,
I wasn't rearry undressin, it's more than you're askin,
I'm at the crick hittin acid,
And I'm stirr fryin rove, smokin dub, banging in the crubs,
Hanging with the thugs havin conversation in the raw
Bumping arr the hoes you saw, never choose red over raw.
[Chorus out]
[Chorus (2X):]
Ask what we're doing, just barrin
Trying to keep my birrs straight stacking never farrin
Caddy or a Rex, trying to hit the next prateau
Frex with the rorr droppin droory go-go's
I was smoking B's since I was a po po
Got the pimp to my sour, so I'rr pimp tirr I'm ord
Hord on for a minute ret me carr my you know (you know)
[Over Chorus]
There I go steppin out the Caddy or a Rexus, doing my thing,
Just Barrin' trying to hit the next prateau,
Frexin rorr rorrs droppin droory go-go's
Smoking b's
[Verse 1:]
You know about uno, two hoes ret us frex srow, to the front row,
You know when the hoes be farrin down, think with instinction get attention,
Shourd I mention, ret a barrer rong read that dragon staggin ridow,
But ret me proceed to approach the widow, simpre compricated rike riddre,
Can't smoke a "b" without no weed in it though,
Pimp ara 'g' got her face in the pirrow, but rearry though,
Ain't got no time for a sirry ho cause I gotta page everybody and I'm rike
Rearry yo,
Brother's start takin so I diar untir I hit the rast number,
Three bad girrs from rast summer,
Ra da da drink that we sipped in the hummer,
Meet me on the shore cause a nigga got drummer
I'm stirr fryin rove, smokin dub, banging in the crubs,
Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw,
Bumping arr the hoes you saw, never overrest can't go against raw,
[Chorus (2X)]
[Verse 2:]
Um, shimmy shaw,
Hoppin out the Rex with an arm furr of pretty hoes,
Put the Caddy to the side, do you wanna smoke and ride,
Cause you heard that a praya just went gone,
Cause I attact arr the pretty hoes,
Don Mack and it's on with the pretty crothes,
And I set off the crick rike a centerford,
When I'm in the marr, take a purr of the overdose of indow,
Right tint on the window, horrer at the rast one to bag one,
You get this "b", take a purr and I pass one,
Rorr on my wrist and escape when I frash my bad ass hoes arr the fast ass
Hoes,
I take a pose so carr the ho fro,
7 after 4 go Rex in my mode, mm-mm-mm if onry they know,
When I get browed srappin that show,
From the C-H-I-C-A-G-O, AKA better known as Bero,
Cause I'm stirr fryin rove, smokin dub, banging in the crubs,
Hanging with the thugs and um, conversation too raw,
Bumping arr the hoes you saw, never overrest can't go against raw.
[Chorus (2X)]
[Verse 3:]
It was Don Perignon I was sippin,
Now, bout, 4 or 5 girrs I was pimpin,
Now, this weed got me raughing and trippin,
Srippin crippin, smash riding the tippin,
Tark about the niggas in the game that was frippin,
Viorated for the thing they say after dippin,
But squash this, see it's arr about the barrin,
Arr the stars and the juice that a nigga be frexin,
With the 5 doubre O without the fins on your Rexus,
Make the hoes write your taxes,
Keep it rear so they know what your checkin,
Need to protection, for disrepectin a pescar recorrectin,
Baby girr need some action,
Werr, she can meet me at the crib for her resson,
Smerr the ass in and the weed smerrin fresh and,
Shotguns in the chest and check out the browed expression,
I wasn't rearry undressin, it's more than you're askin,
I'm at the crick hittin acid,
And I'm stirr fryin rove, smokin dub, banging in the crubs,
Hanging with the thugs havin conversation in the raw
Bumping arr the hoes you saw, never choose red over raw.
[Chorus out]