Gotta Do
I'm classic like super Nintendo
Dreamcast ns tryna see what I be into
You flexin' all them whips they be rentals
You ns gettin money but ya son ain't got no tennis shoes
I'm findin' it hard to get rid of you
Didn't wanna use violence, guess it's somethin' that i gotta do
Gotta do
Gotta do
Gotta do
Gotta do
Whats up with you?
You look uncomfortable
Must be feelin' some type of way, them words got under you
Cup of noodles got more drip then shit... all of you
Ns remind of sum bitches, colored hair doos
Lemme wipe my lenses, get a clear view
Lemme be specific, na fuck you
You get top of the line service, through this drive thru
This bitch always make me nervous, cause' she liable
To get this thing brackin', just in spite of you
I think the feds tappin', hear that beepin' foo
Shiiitt, they not lookin for me, they not lookin for u
They ain't got nothing for me, but got a lot for you
Snitch ass. bitch ass na
Daddy was a real one, you not a chip off the brick lil na
Probably got him sick lil' na
Shittttt, if u was mines, i'd be pissed lil na
I'm classic like super Nintendo
Dreamcast ns tryna see what I be into
You flexin' all them whips they be rentals
You ns gettin money but ya son ain't got no tennis shoes
I'm findin' it hard to get rid of you
Didn't wanna use violence, guess it's somethin' that i gotta do
Gotta do
Gotta do
Gotta do
Gotta do
Wassup with you fraud ass nigga
Ol hoe ass na, I ain't tryna break the law ass na
I pull up to yo house, and you come out, sayin you can't go no where, cause' you waiting on a call ass na
You actin' like a braud hoe na
You ain't bussin' no plays, you drop the ball lil' na
I'll scrappy put paws on these ns, pray to god or allah, you see tomorrow lil' na
Ooooh that boy clean and he on
Bond 9 my cologne
A couple throw away phones
Couple ns in my city I put on
Gave game out for free
Just to show ns love
How this bitch tryin' say something to me
Betta watch how you speak
For you spittin' up ya teeth
If you can believe you can achieve
Member that shit from school
So I practice what I preach
I'm classic like super Nintendo
Dreamcast ns tryna see what I be into
You flexin' all them whips they be rentals
You ns gettin money but ya son ain't got no tennis shoes
I'm findin' it hard to get rid of you
Didn't wanna use violence, guess it's somethin' that i gotta do
Gotta do
Gotta do
Gotta do
Gotta do
Dreamcast ns tryna see what I be into
You flexin' all them whips they be rentals
You ns gettin money but ya son ain't got no tennis shoes
I'm findin' it hard to get rid of you
Didn't wanna use violence, guess it's somethin' that i gotta do
Gotta do
Gotta do
Gotta do
Gotta do
Whats up with you?
You look uncomfortable
Must be feelin' some type of way, them words got under you
Cup of noodles got more drip then shit... all of you
Ns remind of sum bitches, colored hair doos
Lemme wipe my lenses, get a clear view
Lemme be specific, na fuck you
You get top of the line service, through this drive thru
This bitch always make me nervous, cause' she liable
To get this thing brackin', just in spite of you
I think the feds tappin', hear that beepin' foo
Shiiitt, they not lookin for me, they not lookin for u
They ain't got nothing for me, but got a lot for you
Snitch ass. bitch ass na
Daddy was a real one, you not a chip off the brick lil na
Probably got him sick lil' na
Shittttt, if u was mines, i'd be pissed lil na
I'm classic like super Nintendo
Dreamcast ns tryna see what I be into
You flexin' all them whips they be rentals
You ns gettin money but ya son ain't got no tennis shoes
I'm findin' it hard to get rid of you
Didn't wanna use violence, guess it's somethin' that i gotta do
Gotta do
Gotta do
Gotta do
Gotta do
Wassup with you fraud ass nigga
Ol hoe ass na, I ain't tryna break the law ass na
I pull up to yo house, and you come out, sayin you can't go no where, cause' you waiting on a call ass na
You actin' like a braud hoe na
You ain't bussin' no plays, you drop the ball lil' na
I'll scrappy put paws on these ns, pray to god or allah, you see tomorrow lil' na
Ooooh that boy clean and he on
Bond 9 my cologne
A couple throw away phones
Couple ns in my city I put on
Gave game out for free
Just to show ns love
How this bitch tryin' say something to me
Betta watch how you speak
For you spittin' up ya teeth
If you can believe you can achieve
Member that shit from school
So I practice what I preach
I'm classic like super Nintendo
Dreamcast ns tryna see what I be into
You flexin' all them whips they be rentals
You ns gettin money but ya son ain't got no tennis shoes
I'm findin' it hard to get rid of you
Didn't wanna use violence, guess it's somethin' that i gotta do
Gotta do
Gotta do
Gotta do
Gotta do
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Writer(s): Randall Carroll
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