[Intro: Bodega Teezy]
I got shit to do, I got shit to do
I got shit to do, I got shit to do
I got shit to do, I got shit to do
[?]

[Verse 1: Slim Dunkin]
Jumped off the porch, no [?]
Mitchmatched socks, big Glock [?]
Mama need her hair done, brother need the new shades
I got shit to do, bitch, get out my face
[?]
Kill 'em, no simpothy
Fucking with the wrong one, I’m your worst enomy
Nightmare Brick Squad, n***as gon remember me
Slim still Dunkin, n***a, I'm who you pretend to be

[Chorus: Bodega Teezy]
All black everything, you know ow we rock
Yeah I used to hollar, now them bitches jock
[?] cost [?], better call the doc
Run [?], but I ain't worried bout [?]
I got shit to do, I got shit to do
I got shit to do, I got shit to do
I got shit to do, I got shit to do
Heard about your crew, but who the hell are you?
[Verse 2: Bodega Teezy]
Sean Teezy!
Northside woo, oh let’s do it
Boy gon head, with all that bullshit
What my name bitch? Ask your main bitch
Yeah we swap it out, call that a [?]
[?] shawty, don't get me started
Ain't never lie, OG [?] we shut down your party
Word round town, we here now
[?] ho, touchdown

[Verse 3: Buddie]
[?] Buddie got some shit to do
[?] for a week, Buddie got some shit to prove
[?], tell pimpin fall back
Tizzle man hold on, [?] the gat
I got some shit to do, [?] play later
Money is the major issue, agrevate the haters
A favor for a favor, paper for your taters
[?] got the kid living greater

[Chorus: Bodega Teezy]
All black everything, you know ow we rock
Yeah I used to hollar, now them bitches jock
[?] cost [?], better call the doc
Run [?], but I ain't worried bout [?]
I got shit to do, I got shit to do
I got shit to do, I got shit to do
I got shit to do, I got shit to do
Heard about your crew, but who the hell are you?
[Verse 4: Sy Ari da Kid]
I'm like, I don't know you
I know cash
I'm all the way turnt up, Roscoe Dash
I done seen enough, thug slash homo
I'm on my high horse, and I don’t rock polo
You know, he know
Slim know, T know
Tell your main bitch, she can be my hero
Big ass ego, she gotta swallo
We got the dollars, now free Waka Flocka

[Chorus: Bodega Teezy]
All black everything, you know ow we rock
Yeah I used to hollar, now them bitches jock
[?] cost [?], better call the doc
Run [?], but I ain’t worried bout [?]
I got shit to do, I got shit to do
I got shit to do, I got shit to do
I got shit to do, I got shit to do
Heard about your crew, but who the hell are you?