Video Lets Do It de Lil Dre6o 2025 Rap Lyrics

Lil Dre6o - Lets Do It Lyrics

[Intro: Raq Baby]
(How the fuck you say your name, twin?)
Yeah, put a button on the back of the 17, nigga, I don't cap, let's do it
Yeah, keep all that, no cap, uh

[Chorus: Raq Baby]
Huh, just put a switch on the back of the 17, nigga, I don't cap, let's do it
Wanna knock me off the map, let's do it
Nigga shoot at me, I shoot back, let's do it
Niggas stay dissin', but never do shit, niggas be cap in they music
Everywhere I go, bitch, I'm packin' a tooly
All of my bros say, "What's brackin'?" They boolin'
But I don't need no gang, I stay to myself, nigga stay with that blick
I ain't really goin' for the internet diss
Mention my name, then get hit with that shit
Thought these hoes wasn't fuckin' off, heard that I fucked, that boy was sick
Her pussy stank, it givin' that pit
Straight clappin' shit up, nigga, I ain't tryna hit

[Verse 1: Raq Baby]
Better stop ridin' around in that whip 'fore I give you some shit that these folks can't fit
'Member days I ain't have shit, now everybody wanna rob me, probably wanna fuck my bitch
Rather just rock out regular 30, I don't really like them fuckin' crits
Nigga, I can name some shit I clapped, on Ru 5, nigga, I ain't goin' for shit
She be callin' me brother, but we ain't even got the same mother, the bitch is a freak under cover
Nigga gon' die for puttin' that blick on my brother, I'm gettin' off like no other
Shoot up the whip, he can't get out, dropped so many shells, that nigga was smothered
Kick the bitch out when I fuck, I'm a punter
See an opp face to face, nigga know I'ma blunt him
She like, "Raq Baby, what that mean?" Huh, put his ass straight in a 'Wood
I don't wanna talk, bitch, suck on the wood
Anything that another nigga do, we do it
Bro, if it's smoke, we ain't gotta do no chit-chat, nigga, let's get straight to it
Glock 21, this bitch got hella kickback, like how this bitch movin'
[Verse 2: Lil Dre6o]
Uh, say what? Raq just told me she goin', so fuck it, I don't wanna hit her
She know how I get, whenever I'm fuckin', I be on some freak shit, fuck 'round and bit her (What?)
This a two-man drill, whatever we get on this lick, we gon' go home and split down the middle
They thinkin' he gangster 'cause his ass be screamin' and puttin' guns in his Triller
These niggas be hoes for real, I'm sick of all this shit
Just put a G-Flex and a Kriss Vec' on the Glock, no dodgin' it (Nigga)
You fuck with them, can't fuck with me, you better not call me bitch (On God)
If you would've never tried to cross me out, then we would've all been rich (Uh, say what?)
Fell in love with my Glock, it's somethin' about it, can't put it down (What?)
We treat these niggas like dogs, he get out of line and we puttin' him down
YCOE, nigga can't fuck with this shit, keep tryna put him down
You don't know about DG? Niggas ain't playin' with this shit, you better go ask around (On God)

[Chorus: Raq Baby]
Huh, just put a switch on the back of the 17, nigga, I don't cap, let's do it
Wanna knock me off the map, let's do it
Nigga shoot at me, I shoot back, let's do it
Niggas stay dissin', but never do shit, niggas be cap in they music
Everywhere I go, bitch, I'm packin' a tooly
All of my bros say, "What's brackin'?" They boolin'
But I don't need no gang, I stay to myself, nigga stay with that blick
I ain't really goin' for the internet diss
Mention my name, then get hit with that shit
Thought these hoes wasn't fuckin' off, heard that I fucked, that boy was sick
Her pussy stank, it givin' that pit
Straight clappin' shit up, nigga, I ain't tryna hit