Does it

[Intro: Kwe the Artist]
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Fly away (Fly away)
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, look

[Chorus: Kwe the Artist]
It's nothin' to it but to do it and I does it, nigga, huh (Does it, nigga)
I done started from the bottom, rose above it, nigga, huh (Rose above it, nigga)
If they talkin' all that ra-ra, go and hush it, nigga, huh (Go and hush it, nigga)
If these niggas want heat, we won't let 'em simmer (We won't let it simmer)
Tss, really does it, nigga (Huh)
Huh, I really does it, my boy (My boy)
Yeah, yeah, I do this shit a lot (Lot), lot (Lot)
Way I'm doin' me, I can't stop (Stop), stop (Woah)
Way I'm doin' me

[Verse 1: Kwe the Artist]
Treat the freeway like the speedway, I'm on go
Playmakin'-ass nigga, you should already know
I been cookin' that shit, it hit like GG with the stove
Speech impediment, I stack and repeat-peat-peat
But I ain't stutterin' about the damn plot
Now they think I'm hot, make the beat rock
Cash shovel, hustle from the sandbox
I ain't dig a castle, 'bout to plot it, yeah
It hit different in the 8-1-3
Palm trees, drugs and melodies
It's just somethin' in that water that can turn you to a beast, yeah (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Kwe the Artist]
(Yeah, I'm feelin' chosen)
This side the way (Yeah, I'm very chosen)
But I know I'm on king shit, I'm fine (Yeah, I'm chosen)
The city that I made
Uh

[Chorus: Kwe the Artist]
It's nothin' to it but to do it and I does it, nigga, huh (Does it, nigga)
I done started from the bottom, rose above it, nigga, huh (Rose above it, nigga)
If they talkin' all that ra-ra, go and hush it, nigga, huh (Go and hush it, nigga)
If this niggas want heat, we won't let 'em simmer (We won't let it simmer)
Tss, really does it, nigga (Huh)
Huh, I really does it, my boy (My boy)
Yeah, yeah, I do this shit a lot (Lot), lot (Lot)
Way I'm doin' me, I can't stop (Stop), stop (Woah)
Way I'm doin' me

[Verse 2: Kwe the Artist]
Yeah, way I'm doin' me, don't give a fuck what he or she say
Way I'm doin' me, ain't got no pic', so they can't see me
Told them boys, "Like T-B-E-N-T, I'm in the field," bae
Cleats laced, runnin' it up, then got it goin'
Niggas move they feet for a week, then call it motion (Why?)
Finest in the Rick's on they feet and still owin' (Why?)
I ain't judgin' priorities, I'm kickin' doors in (Bah, bah, bah)
Oh, what's up? In Givenchy (Bah, bah, bah), grills golden

[Pre-Chorus: Kwe the Artist]
(Yeah, I'm feelin' chosen)
So this side the way (Yeah, I'm very chosen)
But I know I'm on king shit, I'm fine (Yeah, I'm chosen)
The city that I made
Look

[Chorus: Kwe the Artist]
It's nothin' to it but to do it and I does it, nigga, huh (Does it, nigga)
I done started from the bottom, rose above it, nigga, huh (Rose above it, nigga)
If they talkin' all that ra-ra, go and hush it, nigga, huh (Go and hush it, nigga)
If these niggas want heat, we won't let 'em simmer (We won't let it simmer)
Tss, sizzle, nigga (Huh)
Huh, I really does it, my boy (My boy)
Yeah, yeah, I do this shit a lot (Lot), lot (Lot)
Way I'm doin' me, I can't stop (Stop), stop (Woah)
Way I'm doin' me