Juice WRLD - Do It (Another Thing to Do It) lyrics

We in motherfuckin' New York, nigga
It's like five in the morning
Pushin' the shades back
Lookin' at the city
This shit look brazy, nigga, uh
Alright, haha double cup when I

Double cup when I wake up
Actavis a life taker
Probably meetin' my maker, smokin'
Exotic flavors
If I tote the shotty, I'ma blow the shotty
Then I walk around like I don't know nobody
Upstairs, groupies waitin' in the lobby
Got a girlfriend, sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't come to kick it
With any of these bitches
See money I been gettin'
I fuck up a check, let it blow in the wind
Bitch, check my quota
I'm bigger and bolder and better than
All of these niggas that's buzzin'
If it's a problem, my niggas will clutch it
Pretty niggas still shoot up the function
Top of the line, I got my hand on my nine
Bitch, I'ma die about mine
I was told life was about elevations
Just pick you a ladder
And start-up the climb
Can't be afraid to take risk after
Risk, gamble chip after chip
Tryna stay on the grind
Was in the kitchen, cooked grit's
But they weren't
Really grit's, they were bricks
Mom, I'm sorry, i lied
I can make it up to you this time
Bought my mom a car
She listen to my shit while she drive
I owe her the world, send disrespect her way
You gotta die feel the same way about
My girl, them diamonds
Make 'em twinkle like her eyes

Oh, it's one thing to talk about it
Another thing to do it
Oh, it's one thing to talk about it
Another thing to do it
It's one thing to talk about it
Another thing to do it
It's one thing to talk about it
Another thing to do it

Breakin' pills down, I can't help it
It's a habit now
Piped the fuck up, turnt the fuck up
Promise ain't no comin' down
You get burnt the fuck up
Choppers on us if you came to fuck around
Look for your mom, she in town
Givin' head for some brown
I'm a dog off the leash, bitch, I bite
I don't growl
I don't bark, I'm in silence
I'ma shoot up the crowd
If he want smoke, give him cancer
I'm gon' blow him down
He ain't know it was a problem
Then I bet he know it's a problem now
I came from the trenches, was plottin'
On riches, I made it, i did it
I'm shinin' on all of these niggas that
Said that I wouldn't be shit
I was shittin' on them ever
Since I was in it
Don't fuck with the Rémy, the Henny
Need none of that i pour the codeine, I sip
Ain't no comin' back you caught a play
I'ma act like a quarterback
Got a hundred in cash
I do not need a quarter back

Oh, it's one thing to talk about it
Another thing to do it
Oh, it's one thing to talk about it
Another thing to do it
It's one thing to talk about it
Another thing to do it
It's one thing to talk about it
Another thing to do it