King Martin - What It Do

Ha, I can set it off, on the block with the homies they'll let it off
I ain't under stress at all (None). Do a nigga in, I'll be back by Fal
This is boss season, we don't need a reason, if you ain't tryna get this money why the fuck you breathing
I'm flying down the back streets, my javalin, it got a pump, this ain't a track meet
We was gutta raised, fuck the bullshit, I got time today
This is King Martin, blow the speakers out cuz it's a party

Verse 2
On the block with the sticks, baby got to turn a trick
Tryna get rich fuck a hatin nigga talking shit
Hit em with some shit he ain't bout to miss
i'm bought to take a hoe nigga bitch and he ain't doin shit
I'm staying true to this what it do I bring yo boo to this
You think it's ludicrous because you new to this, I'm too cool to miss
Dead homies rest in peace, tryna take my chain I guess that's gone be me
I'm a whole savage beast, please tread lightly
I really made it off the block I really could have died there
I really let off shots, I'ma miracle

How the fuck you don't like me, tryna be just like me
if we fight the homies jumping out light speed, laid out you might be
Don't start things, it might be time to spark things

Written by:
DJ ENVY, REMY MARTIN, SHUGGIE OTIS, WESLEY M BROWN JR

Publisher:
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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