Just Do It

Miss me with the bull shit
Got the gang with me and we on some true shit
I don't talk bitch, I would rather do it
I got checks on my feet just do it, yeah do it
Miss me with the bull shit
Got the gang with me and we on some true shit
I don't talk bitch, I would rather do it
I got checks on my feet just do it, yeah do it

This ain't no game I got hommies and they real thugs
Had a lame nigga say he wanna be us
FRAT GANG to the map you never see us
We be working every day my money real plus
Had to go and roll the dice
Just to get my twice
I never look at the price
I just take whatever mine
And my heart so cold no ice
So I'm never ever nice
Got a glock and he a puppet better watch out for the bullet
This gang, gang gang
This gang, gang gang
Straight over the top my nigga real aim
This gang, gang gang
This gang, gang gang
Straight over the top my nigga real aim

Miss me with the bull shit
Got the gang with me and we on some true shit
I don't talk bitch, I would rather do it
I got checks on my feet just do it, yeah do it
Miss me with the bull shit
Got the gang with me and we on some true shit
I don't talk bitch, I would rather do it
I got checks on my feet just do it, yeah do it

Forgot which I was to reach
Started from the streets
No fake nigga wanna speak
My rap game so lit
All you rappers trynna fit
Nigga I did it on my own you can't talk shit
I'm a fucking beast
Ain't never been a snitch
Pussy nigga bitch
Fuck with me you meet my glock
Niggah take a look
All this shit ain't for no book
I did drop off school
Just to get myself to balling
Get myself a rolly
Niggah ain't no sorry
I did it like you know me
Nigga ain't no corny
Moving with the browdies
Liquor in my body
I feel good, appreciate myself

Miss me with the bull shit
Got the gang with me and we on some true shit
I don't talk bitch, I would rather do it
I got checks on my feet just do it, yeah do it
Miss me with the bull shit
Got the gang with me and we on some true shit
I don't talk bitch, I would rather do it
I got checks on my feet just do it, yeah do it

Heard you can't read a real nigga you dyslexic
Pull up with a stick then I leave you hectic
Matter of fact ill cause a boy electric
Shaking on the floor, yeah epileptic



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Writer(s): Joseph Mwarabu
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