Things You do

[Intro]
Light skin ting' Lady Gaga
Ant Chamberlain that's a hunnid' points
I do my dance you know my pants filled wit' glitter
Fashion Nova ouchie walla
Light skin ting' Lady Gaga

[Chorus]
Balenciaga's blue, okay now watch what I do
Wanted to speak to my dead guys so I flew
I couldn't even just realize how true, that you won't admit the things you do
And I hate to see the things that you do
Where the perkys for this pain I need more
And you think I feel the same with you too
It don't even feel the same anymore

[Verse 1: Richie Rozay]
Them people be tellin' lies my nigga (My nigga)
That's on me you better ride my nigga (My nigga)
I do my dance, you know my pants filled wit' glitter
And I can't understand how I still manage to get her ass
Fashion Nova hoochie, wallah
Light skin ting', Lady Gaga
We just connected like we was Wi-Fi
And she's bringin' me out of myself
I can't leave here without you for real
I can't be seen without you for real
When I sleep I dream about you girl, yes I do

[Chorus]
Balenciaga's blue, okay now watch what I do
Wanted to speak to my dead guys so I flew
I couldn't even just realize how true, that you won't admit the things you do
And I hate to see the things that you do
Where the perkys for this pain I need more
And you think I feel the same with you too
It don't even feel the same anymore

[Verse 2: TJ Porter]
It don't even feel the same anymore
I seen my lil' nigga Chico wit' his brains on the floor
And they label us a gang don't know the pain we endure, huhh don't know the pain we endure
Free all of my bros they up top and then down stain
I miss all my dogs they offered brodie a pound caine
Call [?] guns I bet you they make the ground shake
Free all my day 1s, them niggas I know they mad fake
Balenciaga, 'lenciaga, got a fetish
I get dressed up wit' my gun, I'm sorry it's just a habit
They know I'm one of them ones, when them niggas see me in traffic
I be swervin' through the slums and my bm won't catch me lackin'
How you hate on your lil' brothers, for the fame
All that shit and attention seekin' you changed
Say no more know my nigga Chico is chained
Thought my nigga Richie was buggin' it ain't the same

[Chorus]
Balenciaga's blue, okay now watch what I do
Wanted to speak to my dead guys so I flew
I couldn't even just realize how true, that you won't admit the things you do
And I hate to see the things that you do
Where the perkys for this pain I need more
And you think I feel the same with you too
It don't even feel the same anymore