What Ya Wun Do?

Fuck is up, fuck you want
Beef nigga
Ya numbers up
Thru the rain, Tonya Blount
Piss um off, Donald Trump
Condition
Critical
Fuck being
Political
Competition
Minimal
Keep it verbal
Don't wanna get physical
Cuz in the end, it wont be good
We move in silence, is that understood
Even if it aint, it's best that you pretend
Nothing to lose, Khalid shit
We just win
You aint feeling this, I pity ya
Less talkin, get ya figures up
100 plus, now we talking
Bunch of filthy animals
McCauley Caulkin's

What, What
What ya wun do
What, What
What ya wun do
What, What
What ya wanna do
You fucking with my crew, you disappear fool

What, What
What ya wun do
What, What
What ya wun do
What, What
What ya wun do
You fucking with my crew, you disappear fool

Fuck is up, fuck is you
I'mma ask again, what ya wun do
Weapons drawn, or Kung Fu
I'm Bruce Lee to this
Learn Ju Jit Su
All I seen from you is bitch moves
Want me take you serious
You a damn fool
A clown in fact
Career is worthless
Homie don't play that
It's best you join the circus
Aint no games here
We bout our business
You don't believe in God
Jehavoh's who you'll witness
You scared shitless, Yet you started it
Keep talking, you can be Dearly departed bitch
We living splendid
Our records Guinness
We stacking cheese, Edgar Bennett
And our family got soul, our shit is kindred
Bitch I meant it
In case you feel offended

What, What
What ya wun do
What, What
What ya wun do
What, What
What ya wanna do
Fucking with my crew, you disappear fool

What, What
What ya wun do
What, What
What ya wun do
What, What
What ya wun do
You fucking with my crew, you disappear fool