Ish Williams – Don't I lyrics

[Verse 1: Ish Williams]
Call a mission, give her dick, and then I put her ass to bed
When she wake up in the morning, best believe she giving head
Take a shower, wash my dick, I get dressed, then pray to God
Bless my mama, bless the trap, hope today we make a lot
Blunt effects stay in the wheel in case we run into the cops
We was young, goin' 5s, after school, we hit the block
Hit the deli then watch Belly, while I count up all my stock
Get a text from off the celly, tell my dogs I gotta drop
We was hungry for a change, you was hungry for a watch
We was hungry for a range, you was hungry for a thot
I ain’t switch up, never switch up, I know we all that we got
Rico got it on his stomach, realest nigga that I got
Why you actin' like we cool? Mothafucka, you a opp
They don’t wanna see you win, tryna knock you out ya spot
Niggas' always talkin' guns, heard you never took a shot
If you hatin' on a nigga then I know it took a lot

[Chorus: Ish Williams]
I get the bag, don’t I?
I make you mad, don’t I?
Vintage on me, still be dripping like I rag, don’t I?
Smoke the best, don’t I?
Make it flex, don’t I?
And when you hear my voice girl, I make you wet, don’t I?
I rep my set, don’t I?
I need some rest, don’t I?
Up all night, I get it poppin' like a tech, don’t I?
I get the bag, don’t I?
I make you mad, don’t I?
Vintage on me, still be dripping like a rag, don’t I? (Woah)

[Verse 2: Kev Rodgers]
I get the bag, don't I?
You switch ya sides both times
You tried my juice, don't lie
You cop a bag, you fake ya flag and now you still get no shine
You at the bottom wit' no climb, you drop tracks and don't rhyme
Boy, you second like Marvin Williams draft like in '05
You not real Johnny Gill, oh my Lloyd Banks, I'm so fly
I never need y'all like a home purchase so fuck ya co-sign
I need a whip and low ride
So get off my dick or blow mine, uh, swearing that it's clout
Words travel fast when it’s up in my town and the source is word of mouth
Man, I truly made it out from my momma's house sleeping cold on the couch
Trynna really figured out
How to really get it out without a doubt when from meetings inside to a call from Steve Stoute
Let me tell you bout all bout my doubts, been so hot like a drought
Need money to spend, flipping the wins then do it again, damn

[Chorus: Ish Williams]
I get the bag, don’t I?
I make you mad, don’t I?
Vintage on me, still be dripping like I rag, don’t I?
Smoke the best, don’t I?
Make it flex, don’t I?
And when you hear my voice girl, I make you wet, don’t I?
I rep my set, don’t I?
I need some rest, don’t I?
Up all night, I get it poppin' like a tech, don’t I?
I get the bag, don’t I?
I make you mad, don’t I?
Vintage on me, still be dripping like a rag, don’t I? (Woah)

[Verse 3: Mir Fontane]
Ayy, I’m that boy, ain’t I?
I’m that boy, ain’t I?
We got them toys make you boys do the macarena
I’ll put ya melon in a box like a Tropicana
My niggas move that white on white, it look like Bernie Sanders
Ain’t see the picture back then, now all I see is cameras
They tried to crop us out the scene, now they wan' Instagram us
I need some Grammy's for my family, that’s just how I’m rocking
My ratchet sing when it be poppin', I ain’t Mary Poppins
My brodie got two poles, he just weighing out his options
That’s Nick at nite and Nick Jr. Aiming at his noggin
Feel like I learned way more shit when I dropped outta college
Now I smoke lettuce and get cheese, I need some thousand island
Yeah, yeah
Niggas talking down but where the facts at
And Bitches out here living off of Cash App
And if she throw the pussy at you better smash that
Don’t be surprised if she ask you where the cash at
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Ish Williams]
I get the bag, don’t I?
I make you mad, don’t I?
Vintage on me, still be dripping like I rag, don’t I?
Smoke the best, don’t I?
Make it flex, don’t I?
And when you hear my voice girl, I make you wet, don’t I?
I rep my set, don’t I?
I need some rest, don’t I?
Up all night, I get it poppin' like a tech, don’t I?
I get the bag, don’t I?
I make you mad, don’t I?
Vintage on me, still be dripping like a rag, don’t I? (Woah)