do re mi

Original

Do, re, mi, fa, so

(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ha, yeah (ohh) It's Gucci

Do, re, mi, fa, so

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, if I could go back to the day we met

I probably would just stay in bed

You run your mouth all over town

And this one goes out to the sound

Of breakin' glass on my Range Rover

Pay me back, or bitch, it's over

All the presents I would send

Fuck my friends behind my shoulder

Next time, I'ma stay asleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh

And you got me thinkin' lately

Bitch, you crazy

And nothin's ever good enough

I wrote a little song for ya

It go like do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl

So fuckin' done with all the games you play

I ain't no Tic-Tac-Toe

Send the X and O's on another note

I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl

So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost

(Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Ha) Ha, it's Guwop (wassup) (ohh)

Yeah, do, re, mi, baby, don't play me (Ha)

I'm a black beatle like Jim and Swae Lee (Jimmy)

Screamin' "Fuck 12" in my brand new V

Just bought a timepiece for my new dime piece

When I'm ballin', don't stall it, put your all in

Stop talkin', gotta crawl in 'fore you walkin'

On the weekend, spendin' front end and the back end

Booty so big, got me thinkin' 'bout a lap dance (damn)

Dealin' with these bitches like, "Damn, what happened?"

New thang, new frame, new eyelashes

Brand new swag, wearin' brand new fashion

That's what you get for doin' all that cappin'

Blackbear with me and we in the state trappin'

This'll make a old legend start back rappin'

This'll make an ex-con start back trappin'

I'ma beat it up like my name Joe Jackson (It's Gucci)

Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl

So fuckin' done with all the games you play

I ain't no Tic-Tac-Toe

Send the X and O's on another note

I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl

So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohh)

If I could go back to the day we met

I probably would've stayed in bed

You wake up everyday and make me feel like I'm incompetent

Designer shoes and Xanax tabs

Compliments your make-up bag

You never had to buy yourself a drink

'Cause everybody want to tap that ass sometime

And you got me thinkin' lately

Bitch, you crazy

And nothin's ever good enough

I wrote a little song for ya

It go like do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl

So fuckin' done with all the games you play

I ain't no Tic-Tac-Toe

Send the X and O's on another note

I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl

So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

(So send the X and O's on another note, I'm)

Do, re, mi, fa, so

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost