Lyrics

What you do bout it?
**** got you pressed
What you do bout it?
**** tried to disrespect
What you do bout it?
**** at yo neck
What you do bout it?
**** tried to get you stretched
What you do bout?
**** tried to test
What you do bout it?
**** tried to snatch yo neck
What you do bout it?
Talking out his neck
What you do bout it?
**** hating that you blessed
What you do bout it?
The only story matter is mine this ain't two sided
**** tried to talk out of line till i boop bopped eem
Whoop whopped eem
Spinned around the block like i forgot eem
Had to empty out the glock till i fold all eem
And i worried about no ****
I ain't trippen on no bitches
I don't pay em no attention
And i aint trippen on no ****
I ain't worried bout no bitches
Don't even put me in yo mentions
Fuck it!
I been working on the surface
Thinking bout my kids giving life a better purpose
And i just get it by my lonely
Got a bitch who hold the beam
And a bitch who hold the Birkin
Fuck it!
And i ain't Fuckin wit new ****
I ain't fuckin wit new bitches
I ain't fuckin with no snitches
And i ain't fuckin wit no rat ****
That ****
Rat on me
I'm telling you issa wrap ****
Shhhh
It's the last time you squeaking
Up the poles light show till you gleaming
And All my **** in sync
Let the bullets say bye bye bye
We ain't hearing what you singing
**** got you pressed
What you do bout it?
**** tried to disrespect
What you do bout it?
**** at yo neck
What you do bout it?
**** tried to get you stretched
What you do bout?
**** tried to test
What you do bout it?
**** tried to snatch yo neck
What you do bout it?
Talking out his neck
What you do bout it?
**** hating that you blessed
What you do bout it?
Talking out yo chest thought you knew bout it
Who bout it?
I'm about a check don't get blew bout it?
Who riding?
Told her we got next we choo choo holly
Move solid
Don't fuck wit rats we shoot you bout it
Tear it off ****
No concrete yah soft ****
I'm all about my shot if I miss ima sought ****
Don't matter where it's at if it's pape ima walk wit ya
Don't matter where it's at if it's pape ima walk wit ya
Drugs got eem feeling numb he don't know if he gone wake up
Drugs got eem paranoid he don't know what's on the next block
Ducking like I'm seeing shit so I'm never in the backseat
and if I ain't steering the whip then hell naw you can't ask me
**** got you pressed
What you do bout it?
**** tried to disrespect
What you do bout it?
**** at yo neck
What you do bout it?
**** tried to get you stretched
What you do bout?
**** tried to test
What you do bout it?
**** tried to snatch yo neck
What you do bout it?
Talking out his neck
What you do bout it?
**** hating that you blessed
What you do bout it?
Written by: Ernie Teal, Justin Moore-Fountain, La'Quan Jones
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