Do Em Wrong (feat. Gzus Piece & Weasel Sims)

He who plays with the boy Should go and stay with the lord Building all that confidence to talk shit Then get destroyed Can't just say anything to me Probably might ring ya neck Just out of ya lack of respect for a nigga Might get you whacked Then it's game over My mob ties La Cosa Nostra You ain't the guys Pick yo shit up and slide Don't get too close bruh Or catch everything in this chamber That's tucked in my holster Gzus Haze this shit a banger Let's drop for the culture Had slight struggles Life was a hustle But I finally hit my jackpot From trap fever to trapping and growing Up off then back blocks From a have not to he have knots In every pocket of these purple label jeans Guwop I'm super Gucci Mane Snap crack jewelry bling In the D my line did a Lil Pump We the Gucci gang From out west so when that roll on me I got the oochie gang Yea we go crazy shorty Put that on baby shorty Far from a goofy mane Excuse me before I leave Let me come get right back on yo ass (Let get right back on yo ass, pause) I got some shit right up my sleeve Guaranteed to put you right back on yo ass (Put you right back on yo ass boa) Heart cold like I ain't gotta soul Won't hesitate to do none of you niggas wrong So excuse me before I leave Let me come get right back on yo ass Uh Heyy I set it off when it's time to get this paper I'm so entangled with the hustle Like Alsina and Jada The block hot as August In Jamaica But till I meet my maker I still got the will to get these dollas Early mornings I promise Feel like night of the living dead I survived like Rick Grimes Serving white to the living dead Coke rhymes One line can give sight to the vision less Now that you seen my vision Let's put aside these slight differences I'm tryna make sure we have division less I ain't never see you tryna fight When was on division ten You was tucking yo tail Migo dem was upping them knifes You was running back to yo cell Telling lies to yo wife Knowing God damn well You ain't a pit you a poodle Living somebody else life Telling war stories at night Cause really you stomach in yo back And you just tryna borrow a noodle Talking like they said they sent my money I should've been had some new mail But I knew too well All I do is float on shit That's why I'm fly as hell Expand my name with blanco caine I smell like YSL I heard yo lil nigga got shot You must wanna die as well Then quit speaking on real niggas Fore you arrive in hell Not into goofy shit Cruise the strip in my crucifix Making plans to ball overseas Like Sasha Vujačić Don't worry bout what I'm doing Just go get you a check I seen't yo lil bitch That's the same nigga off the mucinex Yeah it's the god Everything I do is royal I'm cutting hoes off Once they stupid or disloyal I can't do shit wit you And I can't do shit for you Even my plants is ballin' Champagne in they soil I don't know the recipe But I heard you just let it boil Scurr Excuse me before I leave Let me come get right back on yo ass