Won't Do Shit ft. RRE Char Lyrics

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Ooh, She Finessed the track

How you havin' all these hoes, can't get em to pay

Why these niggas sendin' death threats but stayin' out the way

I be lit, smoke a lil' weed and have some shit to say

Why you always talkin' bout a nigga I think that's really gay

Bitches always smilin' in my face, I know it's really fake

I can lead that horse to the water, but I can't make her drink

I can make her do some outcalls and take it to the bank

Heavyweight, but I ain't Mike Tyson or that nigga Hank

I done had like 20-something fights and I still ain't beat

The bitch bust 12 or somethin' dates, she still in heat

You was just a rebound nigga like Kim and Pete

Why you still givin' her your money, she give it to me

go across your fuckin' head with a pool stick

You know the loudest in the room will never do shit

You can take this old shit back, I want the new shit

Talkin' bout some what you gon' do and won't do shit

What you gon' do for love, you for sure a do for cash, though

Better watch your mans, cause it gets tricky when your cash low

When only the strongest niggas survive, you couldn't last, though

Ace hood, cash flow rich, now your ass broke

She in my DM like, take me out to the ball game

I ain't got money for you to take, bitch, it's all game

She gon' hit the blade for some Versace and the balmain

Was finna kill his ass if it was short, but it all came

Baby, missed a date, just make sure you catch the next one

She on autopilot, robot like the Jetson

I ain't lookin' for a opp, but if he bite, I'ma catch one

My brother went to jail, bitch, for steppin' on your stepson

go across your fuckin' head with a pool stick

You know the loudest in the room will never do shit

You can take this old shit back, I want the new shit

Talkin' bout some what you gon' do and won't do shit

Big apes, we some pressure beaters, rude past the belt

I'm a shark, swimmin' in that water like I'm Michael Phelps

Five stars, fuck your review, nigga, this ain't, yelp

Finna crash out, dog lookin' like you gon' need some help

And you can't ask me shit, cause I ain't seen niggas

I spent 750, cause my jeans different

And I don't drink soda unless it's lean in it

And I don't want the bitch, I want the team, nigga

And I don't want the Glock unless the beam with it

That's like serving me some yams, ain't no greens with it

I like women with attitudes, she really mean with it

Break her and her pockets down to the extreme, nigga

Yeah, go across your fuckin' head with a pool stick

You know the loudest in the room will never do shit

You can take this old shit back, I want the new shit

Talk about some what you gon' do and won't do shit