Do Something
I can tell by the hate in your eyes
You wanna do something
See us busting down these pies
You wanna do something
See me pulling up in this ride
You wanna do something
Till you see that I got that fire
Still wanna do something
Jealous of my grind little nigga
You wanna do something
Keep that pound on me little nigga
You wanna do something
Got your baby mother in my ride
She wanna do something
Want to fight we can step outside
You ain't gonna do nothing
You ain't move nothing
Like a car with no engine
Fuck boy now who you kidding
This game is generation
I'll rip you like a session
Ski mask is off rescission
Tell them is deathamental
We cooking in the kitchen
Tell them its bricks and yums
Compressed like can spam
Triggers like trigger man
Zip zip them in body bags
Then put your ass on the ID network
For some of your net worth
Cause you lost nigga so you gotta get this work
Trigger man all in this shit
Fuck bouy you can't do shit
I was putting on mask way before I was a lyricist
Early morning deposits
Late night with drawls
That uzi creeping on niggaz like their bitch drinking on alchol
Now Playboy you don't want it
Have you stankin like chronic
Thats crazy dawg ironic
You want the shit but am on it
Sipping lean in this tonic
Like jesus just cross it
You comic niggaz just stand up
No NBA to get jammed up
I can tell by the hate in your eyes
You wanna do something
See us busting down these pies
You wanna do something
See me pulling up in this ride
You wanna do something
Till you see that I got that fire
Still wanna do something
Jealous of my grind little nigga
You wanna do something
Keep that pound on me little nigga
You wanna do something
Got your baby mother in my ride
She wanna do something
Want to fight we can step outside
You ain't gonna do nothing
These niggaz hatin on me
But they bitches waitin on me
They hate what I'm destined to be
My vision they cannot see
My brother gone from jealousy
Everyday that shit just fuck with me
They hate the way I rap
I'm really bout to put Miami on the map
Keep the pussy put yo head between my lap
Matter fact I beat it up until she tap
I'm unleashed untamed
Bringing Major Pain
Like I'm Damon Wayans
I swear y'all all the same
Fuck a stripper on my family make it rain
Every beat I jump on swear that shit get slain
They hate the way I rap blame that shit on Wayne
They hate that I get high and I'm aint on a plane
Bruce Lee bitch this loud got some kick
And I got ya babymama on my dick
You can hate on me nigga it don't matter
That's a compliment just know I'm flattered
I'm flyin to the top don't need a ladder
You say you got the sauce I got the batter
No diet bitch my pockets getting fatter
I'm a dread head with no fear factor
Tryna build our team like a contractor
Snatch yo bitch I extract her
Break her back like a chiropractor
Then I cut her off I subtract her
I smoke dope but i spit crack
Life a game Im gon hack
If it's bout some cash I run track
I can tell by the hate in your eyes
You wanna do something
See us busting down these pies
You wanna do something
See me pulling up in this ride
You wanna do something
Till you see that I got that fire
Still wanna do something
Jealous of my grind little nigga
You wanna do something
Keep that pound on me little nigga
You wanna do something
Got your baby mother in my ride
She wanna do something
Want to fight we can step outside
You ain't gonna do nothing
I can tell by the hate in your eyes
You wanna do something
See us busting down these pies
You wanna do something
See me pulling up in this ride
You wanna do something
Till you see that I got that fire
Still wanna do something
Jealous of my grind little nigga
You wanna do something
Keep that pound on me little nigga
You wanna do something
Got your baby mother in my ride
She wanna do something
Want to fight we can step outside
You ain't gonna do nothing
You wanna do something
See us busting down these pies
You wanna do something
See me pulling up in this ride
You wanna do something
Till you see that I got that fire
Still wanna do something
Jealous of my grind little nigga
You wanna do something
Keep that pound on me little nigga
You wanna do something
Got your baby mother in my ride
She wanna do something
Want to fight we can step outside
You ain't gonna do nothing
You ain't move nothing
Like a car with no engine
Fuck boy now who you kidding
This game is generation
I'll rip you like a session
Ski mask is off rescission
Tell them is deathamental
We cooking in the kitchen
Tell them its bricks and yums
Compressed like can spam
Triggers like trigger man
Zip zip them in body bags
Then put your ass on the ID network
For some of your net worth
Cause you lost nigga so you gotta get this work
Trigger man all in this shit
Fuck bouy you can't do shit
I was putting on mask way before I was a lyricist
Early morning deposits
Late night with drawls
That uzi creeping on niggaz like their bitch drinking on alchol
Now Playboy you don't want it
Have you stankin like chronic
Thats crazy dawg ironic
You want the shit but am on it
Sipping lean in this tonic
Like jesus just cross it
You comic niggaz just stand up
No NBA to get jammed up
I can tell by the hate in your eyes
You wanna do something
See us busting down these pies
You wanna do something
See me pulling up in this ride
You wanna do something
Till you see that I got that fire
Still wanna do something
Jealous of my grind little nigga
You wanna do something
Keep that pound on me little nigga
You wanna do something
Got your baby mother in my ride
She wanna do something
Want to fight we can step outside
You ain't gonna do nothing
These niggaz hatin on me
But they bitches waitin on me
They hate what I'm destined to be
My vision they cannot see
My brother gone from jealousy
Everyday that shit just fuck with me
They hate the way I rap
I'm really bout to put Miami on the map
Keep the pussy put yo head between my lap
Matter fact I beat it up until she tap
I'm unleashed untamed
Bringing Major Pain
Like I'm Damon Wayans
I swear y'all all the same
Fuck a stripper on my family make it rain
Every beat I jump on swear that shit get slain
They hate the way I rap blame that shit on Wayne
They hate that I get high and I'm aint on a plane
Bruce Lee bitch this loud got some kick
And I got ya babymama on my dick
You can hate on me nigga it don't matter
That's a compliment just know I'm flattered
I'm flyin to the top don't need a ladder
You say you got the sauce I got the batter
No diet bitch my pockets getting fatter
I'm a dread head with no fear factor
Tryna build our team like a contractor
Snatch yo bitch I extract her
Break her back like a chiropractor
Then I cut her off I subtract her
I smoke dope but i spit crack
Life a game Im gon hack
If it's bout some cash I run track
I can tell by the hate in your eyes
You wanna do something
See us busting down these pies
You wanna do something
See me pulling up in this ride
You wanna do something
Till you see that I got that fire
Still wanna do something
Jealous of my grind little nigga
You wanna do something
Keep that pound on me little nigga
You wanna do something
Got your baby mother in my ride
She wanna do something
Want to fight we can step outside
You ain't gonna do nothing
I can tell by the hate in your eyes
You wanna do something
See us busting down these pies
You wanna do something
See me pulling up in this ride
You wanna do something
Till you see that I got that fire
Still wanna do something
Jealous of my grind little nigga
You wanna do something
Keep that pound on me little nigga
You wanna do something
Got your baby mother in my ride
She wanna do something
Want to fight we can step outside
You ain't gonna do nothing
Credits
Writer(s): Darren Jones
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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