[Intro]

What you doin'? ( Zaan )

What you doin'? What we doin'?

Oh, oh, oh, yeah

[Verse]

What you doin'?

I'm puttin' trust on the side of these bitches yeah im tryna fuck up the lo

I feel like Jordan versus the Pistons, it's only me and the bros

I'm only fuckin' the baddest of bitches that walk with the prettiest toes

My lil' brother trippin', he ride with the switches I think he be itching for souls

What you doin'?

I'm fuckin' bitches and gettin' to these riches 'cause that's on the top of my goal

This bitch is so thick I can see her whole figure when she at the top of the polе

All these racks, I can knock down your ho

Hunnid round, turn an opp to a ghost

In the hood, trеat the kid like a Pope

And tell carter I don't need a coach

Put Chanel on her back, it's not coach

On her knees, she gon' beg for my soul

When she take it she call me the GOAT

What you doin'?

I'm rollin back to back bleeds and lean, I spent my whole deal on the drank

My new ho just flew in from overseas Im feeding her dick when she land

Bust my wrist with these VVs 'cause I like to fuck up some bands (bling)

The fuckboys be showin' they hands

The bitch of my dreams all on her knees and she don't be usin' no hands

What you doin'?

I'm turnin' an opp to a coat, I'm fuckin' the flyest lil' ho

I hate when a thot do the most, I'm straight out the pot like some dope

We sharin' a thot like a pole, my haircut a hunnid and fifty

I got these foe watchin' they ho, she textin' my phone like she miss me

I'm finna put dick in her throat, I know this ho fuck on my pimpin'

I pull up this ho tryna kiss me, my diamonds came straight out the dishes

What you doin'?

I'm mixing Saint Laurent with the Dior, this shit got me clean as some soap

I'm mixing Moncler and Maison Margiela, lil' baby, it's not even cold

You run through the bity with so many felons, lil' baby, you need to drive slow

I'm thinking these fuck boys is slow

Why they be ready to die bout these bitches the biddy done ran through the hoe

I only put trust trust in these baby blue benjis, bitch im tryna fuck up a loan

You know that its pressure we fuck up the loaf, we turnin' the fuckboy to toast