What I Gotta Do ? Lyrics

I'm rocking that ironed polo tee, looking clean

Ain't got no time, for teeter to waste no time, any more, yeah

I fortify the fucking team

Anything I gotta do, you best believe

Imma pull-up, with that god damn thing

Yeah, kid it's best you stand back, from the bad

Shit, you folding you don't even know what cards in your hand

You claiming the streets what you breathe,

But you takin the stand against yo mans, oh man

Nigga musta went and done em all in

And the police took the plug and brodie

Homie to the pen

Hoe done did a nigga in and so a soldier ain't here

My homie held a nigga down so when he out we bout to turn up

Turn up, like the block

Niggas better stand back, when we pulling up

You finna need twenty rulers if gone measure up

Brodie turn to feathers when he burst, i bet i blast

So the next time i see a nigga tempt me might be his last

Might be his last

Now, that i can't allow

Lil nigga, stand down

You need to take a step back

And you niggas took a l

Take a setback like it ain't shit

Shit i can shoot back kid shit i can getchu shot at like it ain't, hot

Bring the bud up to the the boulevard we cooling at the court

Homie got caught

Brodie got court

Fam sick, damn

I gotta run the torch

Hop out and approach

Send this fucker prayers, cause he's boutta peace out

Pop off over here and i'm gone shoot you, ain't no rebound

Ain't no rebound

Dropped off all them grams, i got the traps lined for the dollars

I'm in the stu dropping gems

Gems gems

Jewels jewels

Gems gems

Hacks scams

Hacks, scams, cheats

Beat the shit out you lizards, cutting venom out you gizzards

Smoking cinnamon in my rollup

Rift portal open when i pull-up

And my pistol by my dick ready to jump

And that motherfucking trigger, i'm ready to pull it

Fuck a stunt

Fuck a punk

Fuck a bunt

Bat it off out the field

Trapping shit to get a meal

Give family my millions

These lil kids my minions

Only be like this because i be here

Pop a pussy like them stupid perkies kids be flexing

Yeah

Kid it's best you stand back, from the bad

Shit, you folding you don't even know what cards in your hand

You claiming the streets what you breathe

But you takin the stand against yo mans

Oh man

You took the stand

Nigga musta went and done em all in

You did what

And the police took the plug and brodie

Homie to the pen

You said what

Hoe done did a nigga in and so a soldier ain't here

Ay

My homie held a nigga down so when he out we bout to turn up shwoo

Bring the bud up to the boulevard, we cooling at the court, court

Brought the bud up to the court and niggas smoking on the plastic

Plastic, you niggas plastered

You get the blaster

Ayo, cock if faster, we bout to pull-up

Pull-up

Pull-up

Flip switch on the brain, turn it on and let this shit sink

Imma turn up like a turnip that just got pulled pulled the dirt

I'll fortify the fucking team

Anything i gotta do, you best believe

Imma pull-up, with that god damn thing

Get it from overseas

Get it shipped straight to me

I'm rocking that ironed polo tee, looking clean

Ain't got no time for teeter to waste no time anymore, ay