Dothatshit! lyrics - Playboi Carti

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

Ay, turn me all the way up (I'm in this motherfucker)

Turn that, take the Auto-Tune off

I don't need no fucking Auto-Tune

Fuck the Auto-Tune (Fuck that Auto-Tune shit)

Beep (What?)

Beep (Yeah)

Beep (Talk to 'em, Yung Carti)

Beep, beep, beep

What?

Yeah, yeah

And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit

Got these bitches saying, "Yeah, he do that shit"

Got these bitches saying, "Yeah, he do that shit," uh

Got these niggas saying, "Yeah, he do that shit," ooh, uh

Sucking on my dick like she new to this, yeah, ooh

Blowing through the check, yeah, we new to this

And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit, uh

And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (Beep, what?)

And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (What?)

Got them bitches saying, "Yeah, he do that shit," (Yeah, he do that shit), ooh, ooh

Sucking on my dick like she new to this (Like she new to this), uh, what?

Blowing through the check, yeah, I'm new to this (Way I do this shit), uh, what?

Running shit back like a Frisbee, bitch, uh, uh (Run that shit, yeah)

Bring that shit back like a Frisbee, bitch, uh (Like a Frisbee, bitch)

And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I'd rather not talk about it, just live this shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I'd rather not talk about it just shoot the shit, yeah, ooh

Got these niggas saying, "Yeah, he do that shit"

And he'd rather go talk about it than do this shit

Pull up on your block and we shooting shit (And we shooting shit, ay Pi'erre)

Pull up on your bitch and I'm hitting it (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, oh yeah)

Hitting on your bitch, yeah, I'm killing it (On your bitch, yeah)

And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I'd rather not talk about it, just do it (little talking bitch)

Hit a little nigga with the Ruger (Watch me shoot a bitch)

Hit a little nigga with the Ruger (What? What? What?)

Little nigga, I'm that nigga, yeah (What? What?)

I'm fucking on your little biddie, yeah (What? What?)

I wear Raf Simons, never Hilfiger, yeah (At all, what?)

South Atlanta, yeah, we coming up, uh, ooh, ooh (What?)

Put your middle fingers up, ooh, ooh

Pour it in my double cup (Lean, lean)

Extendo clip, double up (Beep)

And I'd rather not talk about it, just shoot it up (What? What?)

Fuck that little nigga, fuck a nigga up (Yeah)

Fuck the cash up, fuck the cash up, I fuck the cash up

Fuck the cash up, get the math up, math up

(What? What? What? What?)

Oh yeah, yeah, hey (What? What?)

Pi'erre, hold up (What?)

Oh yeah, yeah, hold up (What?)

Pi'erre (What?), cash

Oh yeah, yeah (What?)

Pi'erre (What?)

Oh yeah, yeah (What?)

Pi'erre (What? What?)

And I'd rather not talk about it, nigga, uh (Beep, what?)

And I'd rather not talk about it, just do this shit (Yeah)

And I'd rather not talk about it (Talk about it)

Got these niggas saying, "Yeah, he do that shit" (What?)

Got these bitches saying, "Yeah, he do that shit" (What? What?)

Got these niggas saying, "Yeah, he do that shit" (Carti do that shit)

Got these bitches saying, "Yeah, he do that shit" (Carti do that shit, what? What?)

Got these, uh (What? What? Oh yeah, do that shit)

And I'd rather not talk about it just do that shit

Carti do that shit (What? What? What?)

Carti do that shit (What?)

Let's do this shit

Yo, Pi'erre