IMMA DO ME Lyrics – CityBoy DC

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[Intro: DJ Holiday]
Ohhhhhh
B!tch
N!gga, my Glime green, my flag green, it’s Glime Season
H-H-H-Hauntaholics, Real Haunted Mound
MoundRich, b!tch

[Verse 1: CityBoy! & Sematary]
Y’all n!ggas so broke and I swear that im up
Im with a lil model she feeling me up
Im with a lil model she tasting my cup
Graveman with me and he saying wassup
Haunted mound glime season we up
Balenciaga said im doing too much
I take her on trips it dont cost me too much
Im in a black truck it cost me too much
My diamonds from hutch
This hellcat too loud im telling it hush
My gun and my cup are the things that I trust
Im doing fraud yeah it gives me a rush
I pour a 4 right into my crush
Im getting bread thats all that I touch
Did an apple play at 12 thats lunch
I look at my diamonds they all doing stunts (YAHH YAHH)
Im in new york and im smoking on runtz (GANG GANGG)
Just bought some new dunks and I think they the skunks (GRAVE MANN)
And I got a few whips that I drive like im drunk (SKRRR)
Try what you want got pump in the trunk

[Verse 2: Sematary]
I ride with my Glime in a black Hummer truck
I’m nodding off, my anesthesia
I laugh at the world ’cause I don’t give a fu*k
Hahahahahahaha (Hauntaholics, you ba*tards)
Shotgun on me, like I’m Elmer Fudd
I’m doing me, what the fu*k have you done?
Chrome Hearts on my Uggs

Chrome Hearts in my Lungs
My cutter tucked with the B.B. belt on
Love my B!tch naked and covered in blood
Fu*k a b!tch that look like Elvira
Grave Man on drügs is the me that I love
Grabbing my cutter, wipe off the blood
High as fu*k
Glime Season, Mound, b!tch, you know how we rock (It’s Glime Season)
‘Cus unlike y’all, I do not switch up (MoundRich, b!tch)
Glime Season, Mound, b!tch, you know how I rock
Your biggest flex is that you knew us (M-M-M-MoundRich)
If it’s up, then it’s up, then you know it’s stuck
I’m Grave Man, b!tch, I will not switch up (MoundRich, b!tch)

[Chorus: Sematary]
Cry all you want, baby, I’ma do me
And I got an AK, it got a beam
B!tch, I’m at the show, I’m off a bean
B!tch, I’m with the Glime, you know that is my team (It’s Glime Season)
And baby, you can cry, but I’ma do me
You a little lamb, I can hear you scream
My Cutter on me, b!tch, like I’m Scream
Baby I’m just chilling, b!tch, I’ma do me

[Verse 3: CityBoy!]
Chrome Heart on my eyes, yeah, I can see (MoundRich, b!tch)
I’m buying every gun like it’s Black Ops III
Ice all on my wrist, yeah, I swear it’s a spending spree
My car go fast as fu*k, wheels spinning, they the forgis (Brrr)
I left my hoes up in the past, yeah, I swear they not for me
They wanna dress like me and gang, we call they ass some mini me’s
I’m at the show, on triple c’s
Oh, that’s your girl, she on her knees
Moncler on me, just like I ski
(I-I-It’s Glime Season)

[Chorus: Sematary]
Cry all you want, baby, I’ma do me
And I got an AK, it got a beam
B!tch, I’m at the show, I’m off a bean
B!tch, I’m with the Glime, you know that is my team (It’s Glime Season)
And baby, you can cry, but I’ma do me
You a little lamb, I can hear you scream
My Cutter on me, b!tch, like I’m Scream
Baby I’m just chilling, b!tch, I’ma do me

[Outro: DJ Holiday]
N!gga, my Glock green, my flag green
It’s Glime Season
3AM Gang
Haunted Mound