What Ya Gone Do Wit Him ft. $!ckBoy & 4EvrPay’d Lyrics

Backwoods in this bitch man

Young illionaire in the building sir

Yo, boy y'all know the fuck going on

You know they do

It's dat boy Pella daGoat

4Evr daGreat DonSon

SickBoy in this bitch man

Like what you gon' do with em

Whatcha gone do

Ayy what you gon' do with em

Whatcha gone do

Ayy what you gon' do with em

Ya Lil bitty bitch

Ayy what you gon' do with em

Whatcha gone do

Ayy what you gon' do

Whatcha gone do

Whatcha gone do

Whatcha gone do

Whatcha gone do wit em

Whatcha gone do

Whatcha gone do

Whatcha gone do

Whatcha Gone do Pella get em

What you gon' do when I hit you with the truth

Split Lip Chip tooth get your face blowed off

By a 30 ot 6 from a nerdy white kid

From the stix I ain't really finna take no loss

Don't be trippin if I'm slippin in the back

Don't act like we really used to kick it way back

When the fact is

You can suck a trailer park dick lil bitch

Don't forget to lick the whole ballsack

What them hoes call that

I D.K.D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F.

Really it ain't never been shit to come and show y'all ass

That I'd rather eat crumbs in the slums with the bums

Than a steak from a snake in a field of gold grass

You gon' wanna take notes I'ma probably go fast

Boy I swear to God that I done told y'all that

And I'm coming straight off of the mound

Just to burn a bitch down every time I hit a track

No cap boy

What you gon' do with em

Whatcha gone do

Ayy what you gon' do with em

Whatcha gone do

What you gon' do with em

Whatcha gone do lil bitty bitch

Ayy what you gon' do with em

Whatcha gone do

What you gon' do? What you gon' do

What you gon' do? What you gon' do

Wit em

What you gon' do? What you gon' do

What ya gone do boy get em

Imma pop my shit imma stick to my drip

33 in my clip, G2 Taurus Duece Oh be the set, ill fam how we step,

I don't really give a flyin how you feel or how you felt

If I really did care then I probably would then

But I really don't care so you probably won't win

Tell ya mans quit playing for I send a young hitter

One call no question, bet the mob gon' get em

Step from these Jects in Givenchy

Designer my stitchy, no kizzy, we just major flexin

Pray with a plan for success, now I'm winning

Ask God for the guidance, Esu gon' protect me

Pella like gone get a bag 4

Being broke when you a rapper, all bad bro

Stop settling for less, boss up on these suckas

Take care of homes, stack the bag aint going out bad for nothing

Hey, what you gon' do with em

What you gon' do with em

Hey, what you gon' do with em

Say what you gon' do with em

what you gon' do with em

what you gon' do, what you gon' do what ya gon do boy get em

What you gon' do? What you gon' do

What you gon' do? What you gon' do

Boy get 'em

What you gon' do when I'm kickin' in your door

With these boots little bitch, get ya squad knocked off

You could call the whole crew when you see me comin' through

Cadillac lil' Krack but I still a big boss

I got money in the bag when I'm pullin' out the trap

Wanna fuck around and leave your brains in your lap

I bang my head till my neck gon' snap

Got the 808s beatin' and I love that clap

I'm so sick with this shit I won't ever get better

Over the top when I'm under the weather

Been puttin' this pressure on all these rappers

You stupid if you ever think I'm gon' let up

Stupid if I'm ever gon' settle

All my music on a whole nother level

I'm droppin' this fire on these bitches so sick

And I'm twisted so high you would think I'm the devil

Oh, what you gon' do with em

What you gon' do with em

Oh, what you gon' do with em

Tell me what you gon' do with em

What you gon' do, what you gon' do, what you gon' do

What you gon' do, yeah, get em

What you gon' do, what you gon' do, what you gon' do

What you gon' do, boy, get em

What you gon' do, what you gon' do, what you gon' do what ya gone do boy get em