What I Do - Kid Ink

Cock back and unload

I leave you niggas leaking like Amber Rose

Tell me what I gotta prove ask round who be killing shit

Every time’s game time, this is just a scrimmage bitch

White tee, black shades, no I’m not discriminate

Headed to a show, break a leg, Shaun Livingston

Money’s all I talk, so there’s nothing left to implement

Bitch it’s the Alumni, army, militant

All these hoes love me, watch me play them like an instrument

I’m 'bout to leave the club with 2 dimes that’s a 10 for 10

Tripping nigga, better watch your temperament

Bitch ugly you living like pimping since Pippen been pimpin, yeah

Yeah, I said we don’t care about rules

You see I’m acting a fool, it ain’t nothing new

I don’t know about you

But this what I do, this what I do

I don’t know about you

But this what I do, this what I do

I don’t know about you

But this what I do, this what I do

High by any means, faded as I wanna be

Way out of your league, give a fuck about your commentary

Honestly, see me on your property

Make sure you coming at me properly

I got a list full of haters, room for another

Hardhead roll another one, thats my brother

And we’re smoking on that loud, tryna keep it subtle

Know we get it popping, didn’t mean to bust your bubble

Where the fuck was you when we was coming up?

Now everybody on my line but I don’t own nothing

Let me teach them how to grind I could show them something

One button, aw look like I done started something

Cock back and reload

Live the rock star life like Axel Rose

Niggas down to the tee, I hardly would agree

How you in my city acting more Hollywood than me

When you ain’t never been here, you ain’t really live that

Get around my goonies and you nigga acting fragile

Bitch ass, I will shit right where you sit at

Tie 'em with a knot and give you all the business