What to Do

Plug tryna' tax me like he from Britain
I don't fuck with the tea being 500
Get it for it a better price
Needa' do something
Put the mid in the pack
Charge 200
That's half of the zip
You needa' do something
Lil baby gon' fuck
You needa' do something
Off the Tito's and my words
Finna' do something
Air out the whole block
Guess who running

Don't know what to do
You needa' do something
Told the plug I'll make it back
Front me something
Everybody wanna know how you doing
Ns never really care how you doing

Point 5 on the dime
In the land of the point 8s
Ns moving up to grams
No trouble with weight
First time as a plug
A na felt so much love
Drying out the same day
Seeing bricks from above

Plug tryna' tax me like he from Britain
I don't fuck with the tea being 500
Get it for it a better price
Needa' do something
Put the mid in the pack
Charge 200
That's half of the zip
You needa' do something
Lil baby gon' fuck
You needa' do something
Off the Tito's and my words
Finna' do something
Air out the whole block
Guess who running

Confused about ya' self
You needa' do something
Whole country fucked up
Guess who's running
Cookie cream in the spliff
Keep her cumming
G.T.H and Isher Roth
We just dumming
See it for ya self
See how we bumming
Foreign sounds in ya' ear
And this shit bumping
The original sauce
You mixed widdit'
Adding water to this shit
Like Bisquick

Ns tryna' tax me I evade that
Ima pull up to your trap and invade that
Where's the cash at? Where's the stash at
Bring it back to the Stuy and re-pack that
Flu season just hit got me feeling sick
45 Got a cough, where my mask at
2020 Straying lotta' ns off they paths
I made a pact I'm gonna stay where the bag at
I'm GoneToHeaven lotta' ns can't be that
I'm GoneToHeaven lotta' ns won't see that
I went to hell, n' saw the devil then squeezed that
You on twitter typing like you gon' do something
Less talk, more shake, bitch move something
Dick on rock lee I'm ready for the bout
500 For the tea like it's Great Britain
We gon' take em' overboard
And we gon' raid em' out
Ish hit me said it's time to run it up
Told em' be right there brody you said enough
Fuck around n' turn the Stuy to Snow On The Bluff
I'm taking names, kicking ass, and calling out bluffs
The bigger I get
Man the bigger I puff
The bigger I puff
They wanna fuck with us
He tried to fuck with us
We hit em' with a counter punch
Roy Jones Jr.
How a na stick in move
When the feds come knock
What you gonna' do
How you finna 'stack it up
When the rent due
She said fuck them ns
Cause she riding with her na
When I seen what money make a bitch do

Plug tryna' tax me I ain't from Britain
I don't fuck with the tea being 500
Get it for a better price better do something
It'll be a shame if Heaven gotta' come n' boom something



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Writer(s): Donte Fryar
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