Jackboy - Gotta Do
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)(Shaad K'rounds)
Mama told me keep on shittin' on whoever going against you (okay, okay)
I'm not beefin' with that nigga, nah, dude really my lil' sister (he my lil')
I'm not beefin' with that nigga, nah, he pussy, he really on his period (really on his)
I don't give a fuck who say he thuggin', he really fakin', nigga, I ain't hearin' it (nah, nah)
I don't give a fuck you feel some type of way, nigga, do whatever you gotta do (okay, okay)
I'm not Ben Simmons with this shit, nigga, I'ma hit every time I shoot (every time I shoot, ayy)
Keep my distance from these niggas, they walkin' around with a bitch-nigga flu (bitch-nigga flu)
It be just me and my pistol, I ain't steppin' out here with no group (with no crew, nah)
It be just me and myself in that Lamborghini ridin' with a pistol
I got money to keep my company
I ain't tryna hang with these niggas
I got money to keep me company
But it can't take away the pain
I done been through so much shit
I can peep when you runnin' game
Can't treat me like a lame, I'm alert, I'm stayin' focused
I'm rollin' right now off of a Perc, goin' with the motions
I keep a Glock nine, got 'em thinkin I'm from Orlando
I'm puttin' up big numbers, I'm too much for them to handle
Mama told me keep on shittin' on whoever going against you (okay, okay)
I'm not beefin' with that nigga, nah, dude really my lil' sister (he my lil')
I'm not beefin' with that nigga, nah, he pussy, he really on his period (really on his)
I don't give a fuck who say he thuggin', he really fakin', nigga, I ain't hearin' it (nah, nah)
I don't give a fuck you feel some type of way, nigga, do whatever you gotta do (okay, okay)
I'm not Ben Simmons with this shit, nigga, I'ma hit every time I shoot (every time I shoot, ayy)
Keep my distance from these niggas, they walkin' around with a bitch-nigga flu (bitch-nigga flu)
It be just me and my pistol, I ain't steppin' out here with no group (with no crew, nah)
I did not make it up out the projects just to come back and try to chill
Why the fuck would I bring you with me?
Been knew your love wasn't real
I been stackin' up my dollars
They ain't happy, they hatin' on the low
You will never get your flowers while you're here
They don't want you to grow
I heard there's smoke so I keep that blicky real near
I'ma let it blow
Type to bag a nigga
Then I go steer clear and hide on a boat
I'm not Ben Simmons with this shit
When I shoot my shot it's more precise
I'm like Curry with that pole
I won't miss tryna take his life
Mama told me keep on shittin' on whoever going against you (okay, okay)
I'm not beefin' with that nigga, nah, dude really my lil' sister (he my lil')
I'm not beefin' with that nigga, nah, he pussy, he really on his period (really on his)
I don't give a fuck who say he thuggin', he really fakin', nigga, I ain't hearin' it (nah, nah)
I don't give a fuck you feel some type of way, nigga, do whatever you gotta do (okay, okay)
I'm not Ben Simmons with this shit, nigga, I'ma hit every time I shoot (every time I shoot, ayy)
Keep my distance from these niggas, they walkin' around with a bitch-nigga flu (bitch-nigga flu)
It be just me and my pistol, I ain't steppin' out here with no group (with no crew, nah)
Written by:
Pierre DeLince, Shaad K'rounds, Evince
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