What a Young Nigga Do

I told that hoe I ain’t going for that okeydoke I’m out the 6 like I’m OVO I mixed the Dark with the White like a Oero If it’s that Act I need four or more This ice on me frozen my neck look like Olaf that Chopper gone sing when I Let It Go And if smoke imma let you know I make a junkie post up at your neighborhood corner store I ain’t with none of that cap shit Lights Camera Action Post on the book you got cap in yo captions Bak Doe MG know we got it we having Bitch ain’t no cable I want all the static Sipping on maple this shit out the cabinet So many sticks we can build us a cabin Blue Halo tips Like I shoot for the Mavericks Pewww Peewww Pewww Yeah that be the sound when it shoot Suppressor See I need the bags and the loot Its extra if I gotta pull up on you Finesse em bitch I pull the shit out the roots I Catch em I get em and bring em to tru No Timberland you can get pop like a boot I’m feeling it she blow da dick like a flute Im killing it this what a young nigga do I fucked on his bitch then I skipped to my lue My cuh rolling Sixty a Thumb and A Duece I be with them Folks Like I came in with Duke Deuce Watch how this Forty get loose Get back I hit em I stick em then move Them racks Don’t want em if that Shit ain’t blue That Pack These bitches gone spread like A Flu These Nats You cuffing is that how you do Answer that Cause If its smoke imma handle that Stop all that wolfing I know where your momma at Pick out a shooter cause I’m where the commas at Worse then a bitch boy you stay where that drama at F*ck on That hoe I won’t hit her or call her back Stop all that capping you know that you started that I put a bag on his head like a mothafucking starter hat Niggas be capping straight up F*ck On That hoe I can’t lay up I’m Sliding Wake Up Strap to your face like some make up I want what’s in your pocket so pay up When you sleeping we creeping we stay up Broad day hallway we gone spray up F*ck all dat talking boy you better pray up I ain’t with none of that cap shit Lights Camera Action Post on the book you got cap in your captions Bak Doe MG know we got it we having Bitch ain’t no cable I want all the static Sipping on maple this shit out the cabinet So many sticks we can build us a cabin Blue Halo tips Like I shoot for the Mavericks Pewww Peewww Pewww Yeah that be the sound when it shoot Suppressor See I need the bags and the loot It’s extra if I gotta pull up on you Finesse em bitch I pull the shit out the roots I Catch em I get em and bring em to tru No Timberland you can get pop like a boot I’m feeling it she blow da dick like a flute Im killing it this what a young nigga do Ain’t with none of that cap shit All of that rap shit We pull up on you and just clap shit Ain’t gotta load it I cock it and tap shit Boy you a bitch and your gang full of actress Come where you sleep leave yo brains on the matresss Ever since Dre Died ion know what happen Pull Up we can politic tell me what’s Mackinn I keep Two Gs on my waist not for fashion That be them Glizzys I hop out a get it Don’t care bout yo image You know how I’m living Two bitches no feelings I don’t want no dealings Ain’t sparing nobody put dat on my children I send you to God if you play with the business I brang out the shooters the autos the semis That’s how I did it No need for the critics F*ck with the gang you get popped like a skillet This what a young nigga do You said that I’m cap where the proof I only speak facts in this booth Activist imma sip like a brew Roll it up imma smoke by the Two Like I said bitch I stick it and move Seen his face he ain’t know what to do I ain’t with none of that cap shit Lights Camera Action Post on the book you got cap in yo captions Bak Doe MG know we got it we having Bitch ain’t no cable I want all the static Sipping on maple this shit out the cabinet So many sticks we can build us a cabin Blue Halo tips Like I shoot for the Mavericks Pewww Peewww Pewww Yeah that be the sound when it shoot Suppressor See I need the bags and the loot It’s extra if I gotta pull up on you Finesse em bitch I pull the shit out the roots I Catch em I get em and bring em to tru No Timberland you can get pop like a boot I’m feeling it she blow da dick like a flute Im killing it this what a young nigga do