Release Date: July 7, 2025
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Welllll
Yeah
I'm doing my thing
I'm doing my thing
Got a revolver, baby
Shoot it like 18 times
It's a six shooter, baby
Gotta reload it three times
I'm doing my thing, baby
Don't waste any of my time
Just leave it alone, baby
Can't you see I'm on my prime?
Huh
California, baby
I do it on my time, Huh
I drive cars faster than the fucking NASCAR, Huh
Fuck them bitches tryna see me with my mask off, Huh
I don't get it
Fuck them bitches, they help me forget it
Oh, I know money will change me, so I'm changing before it
So I can beat the devil
'Cause I'm a bigger rebel
'Cause I'm a better person, huh
And I don't spread no mercy, uh
Burned the town like Persians, huh
Bulletproof shield, I put it on my chest
She on my dick like, "Where's your man?"
Patek on my wrist like "Where's your bands?"
We don't give a fuck, we shoot your mans
Oh, you ain't got no plans without me
You ain't got no bands without me
So you bitch shut the fuck up about me
Ooh, I'm doing my thing, oh
I'm doing my thing, oh
Six shooter in the air
Six shooter in the air
Whoa, this is colder than my heart
Oh, this is cold like when she left me in the dark
Uh-huh
Now I'm stuck living memory in the dark
Nah, I'm doing my thing again
I'm doing my money again
I'm making my money again
I don't give a fuck about you, so I'm making these songs about you
And I told God about you, and I told God about you
And I told God about you, and I told God I'll buy you
And I'll give it a try 'cause I don't give a fuck
Uh, I'm doing my thing again
Don't ever come close to me
My shooters in the air
Six shooter in the air
You can't handle the pain 'cause I'm so picky, baby
So I'm a digger, baby
So can I dig her, baby?
And I won't give her babies
I won't