Do Yo Gudda
Hitta J3
Do yo gudda, do yo gudda
Do yo gudda, do yo gudda
Go from your head to your waist
Go from your head to your waist
Do yo gudda
Like you holdin' two straps
Then throwing on your ski mask
Do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
D-do yo gudda, d-do yo gudda
Like you holdin' two straps
Then throwing on your ski mask
Do yo gudda, do yo gudda
D-do yo gudda
(I'm in the function) Drunk and I'm leanin'
Have your girl fienin', she don't catch feelings
Baby is a genius, clubbin' all night in the traffic in the evening
Gotta stash runnin' from the cops for no reason
When you want the dollars they gon' be chased
Three puffs blowing smoke in the police face
Over reacting, love her little accent
Sexy thick and not afraid to get active
Soon as we step in the building Ciroc
For me, I want you to take more than a shot
Catch us on the dance floor to much I'm a hand full
I can make you like your hair pulled
Bitches ain't trippin' mine ain't either
Do yo Gudda yungin' might teach ya (get 'em)
Bitches wanna be thugs, in one night hit up like three clubs
She gotta eat, hustle is a edible
When it come to anything she do what you tell her to
Drippin' like a faucet better be cautious
Work in the bedroom, turn into an office
R.Kelly coming back, I'm a flirt
She lick my tatts when I come out the shirt (Gudda)
Ray Bans, fresh fade
War wounds, tatts showing like an ese'
Fly and Gudda, yeah I'mma mixture
If it look fat I'mma have to take a picture
Bubbs got next I'mma leave it to him
Shorty like a pool if it's deep I'mma swim
You can love it or can hate
But I got it just in case
Grab and pull em off your waist
Like your aiming for his face
Like your aiming for his face