What You Gonna Do
(17)
(D-Roc)
Young man, young man
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Sung in the choir when I was a child, when Grandmom died, my life got worse
Passenger side while in the ride, I made a ski mask out of my shirt
Stand like a pope until I'm in the dirt
Gravedigger, he don't like to flirt, he said he need some work
He could kill or play the block, watch out for cops
Watch how you move, you take that wrong step, then we stop
He go by Top and he killed plenty and they wanna see him knocked, put in a box
Presidential, he official, they want the switches on they Glock
Ask me how I know, from the pattern, left inside my five car
Nigga, I want static, we get active, I say, "Bitch, let's go to war"
I say, "Better make sure you ready, here they come"
Young man, young man, ooh (young man)
What you gon' do when they come for you?
This shit should be over
They comin' to take your motherfuckin' soul
And you sittin' around dancin' and playin' with these hoes
Like we ain't got them Glocks out, tryna knock your top off
Take it easy, boy, I'm with big C, know that's Choppa Boy
Disrespect, trip to the doctor for it
Sprint, take off his spinal cord
Now run, dumb bitch
Couldn't get your gun inside the club, but I bet my gun did
Young man, young man, ooh (young man)
What you gon' do when they come for you?
Sung in the choir when I was a child, when Grandmom died, my life got worse
Passenger side while in the ride, I made a ski mask out of my shirt
Stand like a pope until I'm in the dirt
Gravedigger, he don't like to flirt, he said he need some work
He could kill or play the block, watch out for cops
Watch how you move, you take that wrong step, then we stop
He go by Top and he killed plenty and they wanna see him knocked, put in a box
Presidential, he official, they want the switches on they Glock
Ask me how I know, from the pattern, left inside my five car
Young man, young man, ooh (young man)
What you gon' do when they come for you?
Nigga, I want static, we get active, I say, bitch, let's go to war
I say, better make sure you ready, here they come
Young man, young man, ooh (young man)
What you gon' do when they come for you?
(D-Roc)
Young man, young man
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Sung in the choir when I was a child, when Grandmom died, my life got worse
Passenger side while in the ride, I made a ski mask out of my shirt
Stand like a pope until I'm in the dirt
Gravedigger, he don't like to flirt, he said he need some work
He could kill or play the block, watch out for cops
Watch how you move, you take that wrong step, then we stop
He go by Top and he killed plenty and they wanna see him knocked, put in a box
Presidential, he official, they want the switches on they Glock
Ask me how I know, from the pattern, left inside my five car
Nigga, I want static, we get active, I say, "Bitch, let's go to war"
I say, "Better make sure you ready, here they come"
Young man, young man, ooh (young man)
What you gon' do when they come for you?
This shit should be over
They comin' to take your motherfuckin' soul
And you sittin' around dancin' and playin' with these hoes
Like we ain't got them Glocks out, tryna knock your top off
Take it easy, boy, I'm with big C, know that's Choppa Boy
Disrespect, trip to the doctor for it
Sprint, take off his spinal cord
Now run, dumb bitch
Couldn't get your gun inside the club, but I bet my gun did
Young man, young man, ooh (young man)
What you gon' do when they come for you?
Sung in the choir when I was a child, when Grandmom died, my life got worse
Passenger side while in the ride, I made a ski mask out of my shirt
Stand like a pope until I'm in the dirt
Gravedigger, he don't like to flirt, he said he need some work
He could kill or play the block, watch out for cops
Watch how you move, you take that wrong step, then we stop
He go by Top and he killed plenty and they wanna see him knocked, put in a box
Presidential, he official, they want the switches on they Glock
Ask me how I know, from the pattern, left inside my five car
Young man, young man, ooh (young man)
What you gon' do when they come for you?
Nigga, I want static, we get active, I say, bitch, let's go to war
I say, better make sure you ready, here they come
Young man, young man, ooh (young man)
What you gon' do when they come for you?
Credits
Writer(s): Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Daniel Lebrun, Sven Steenbergen, Jason Michael Goldberg
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