Machine Gun Kelly, Bun B, Dub-O - What I Do Lyrics

Uh, I see 'em try but they can’t do what I do
What I do, what I do, what I do
Yeah, And I’m gon’ die before the day that I lose,
That I lose, that I lose, that I lose
Bitch I am the man mufucka, the man mufucka
Bring the horns in like I am the band mufucka
Talking ‘bands’ mufucka, bands mufucka
'Cause this kid is worth a couple hundred grand mufucka
And I stand mufucka, never ran mufucka
I ain’t backing down I put that on my fam mufucka
Damn, I’m so hot you’ll catch a tan mufucka
No cam, this is really who I am, wassup?

They say everybody been waiting
To see the OG skating
Onfours and Vogue’s no Dayton
That license plate just scraping
I’m the topic of conversation
When it comes to the one they hating
But I don’t start overcompensating
I just brush it off, it ain’t nathing
I’m the Trill OG of that Dirty
I put in work so I’m worthy
And I’m higher then a hat on a giraffe sitting in the slizzab sitting on thirties
So don’t act like you ain’t heard me
'Cause I’ll have to slap some sense in you
And you know what I’ve done, you know what I’m doing
Let me tell you what I’m fin to do (whassup)
Finna put my city on the map (OK)
Then I’m going to keep it there (that’s Tight)
Post up in a tight spot (Alright)
Then bring my people there (That’s Wassup)
Teach them how to grind, how to climb on up that fucking ladder
How to keep that money on their mind and make their pockets fatter
'Cause The only thing that matters loyalty, honour, and the G-code
That’s how you motivate and shift yourself into Bun-B mode
MGK man they already know that we throwed
So we gon’ hit ’em with a full clip
If it don’t work, then we reload them up

Uh, I see 'em try but they can’t do what I do
What I do, what I do, what I do
Yeah, And I’m gon’ die before the day that I lose,
That I lose, that I lose, that I lose
Bitch I am the man mufucka, the man mufucka
Bring the horns in like I am the band mufucka
Talking ‘bands’ mufucka, bands mufucka
'Cause this kid is worth a couple hundred grand mufucka
And I stand mufucka, never ran mufucka
I ain’t backing down I put that on my fam mufucka
Damn, I’m so hot you’ll catch a tan mufucka
No cam, this is really who I am, wassup?

Star status, big dip
Levi weed, big zips
Fuck the lies from them big lips,
That’s small time for my big dick
“Damn that boy done got big quick”
Probably 'cause I kept Faith like BIG’s chick
Probably be a good time for my name switch
To Puff 'cause I’m back on my BIG shit
This shit’s too real for y'all
'Cause almost everybody rapping isn’t real at all
Sometimes I forget I got a deal
'Cause I’m busy thinking about when I couldn’t get a meal at all
So everybody going through it, I can feel for y'all
And everybody in my team I would kill for y'all
Represented for my city from the beginning
So I’m a be in it until the muthafuckin ceiling falls
I’m a Cleveland dog, damn right
In the crib blowing loud like bag pipes
I am from a place where you never see the sun
In the summer its like you under a cave with stalagmites
“Oh is that right?” Better know your way around here
Before you come 'cause you may never get back right
I am from a town where every one of the bats bite
So you need a shit-load more then a flashlight, yeah!
What they gonna do to me? I live this shit!
Doc said I had a loose screw, fix this shit!
Everything you trying to do, I did the shit!
Here’s y'all grave, dig the shit
I’m done with the games, I ain’t playing
I’m Machine Gun Kells, bitch I’m spraying,
Body full of chemicals so roll up the medical
Muthafucka let me catch this plane, gone!

Uh, I see 'em try but they can’t do what I do
What I do, what I do, what I do
Yeah, And I’m gon’ die before the day that I lose,
That I lose, that I lose, that I lose
Bitch I am the man mufucka, the man mufucka
Bring the horns in like I am the band mufucka
Talking ‘bands’ mufucka, bands mufucka
'Cause this kid is worth a couple hundred grand mufucka
And I stand mufucka, never ran mufucka
I ain’t backing down I put that on my fam mufucka
Damn, I’m so hot you’ll catch a tan mufucka
No cam, this is really who I am, wassup?