作曲 : Muhammad, Porter, Ries Let's do it, oh oh, Ramsy, Nasty YoungWe here to make sure these ****** take heat and remember That we 'bout it, 'bout it business, like P in the limit Got some 'bout it, 'bout it *****es that fein for the ***** Used to flee me for the ****** now see all up in it Hit it when I want to no matter how you treat 'em How much you flee 'em you can get it when you want to You don't have to eat 'em, just **** 'em down right Never speak on another playa she don't like Get a flagour for that, **** you hatin' for Dude just playin' his part, she datin' boy Down at the club she just had to go Young Gunnas from State P had a show You show see them people shakin' and shakin' And movin' and groovin' but Gunna was coolin' Long as I had my tullin', the girlies was choosin Everybody else actin' foolish Over there actin' stupid Come over here and we shootin' If you at the bar buying drinks holla Oh ohV.I.P full of sticky-stick say Oh ohIf you ready creep wit his wife holla Oh oh, like-like, let's do it If its 23's on the wheel's holla Oh ohYoung Gunnaz bangin' through the speaker say Oh ohIf you cheatin' on your man tonight holla Oh oh, like-like, let's do it Don't tell 'em nothing These ****** ain't 'bout nothin' They look here with them fake stares We gone get the cuttin' You know they frontin girlies up in the place Plus they probably mad *****es up in out face4-5th on the hip and them Buddhas a 8 These ****** wanna trip Then we give these ****** a taste Don't shoot at cars And won't shoot from far We chase 'em and lase 'em For all the **** they talking plus hatin', **** waitin' We send a ************s to SatanBeen takin' ****** girlies for ages She throwin' it from the back I'm grindin' all on her hips She talkin' that freak **** How 'bout she a freak *****, maybe a chewie quick Never got to sleep 'cause you know them, chicks Soon's you go to sleep they all up in your grip Catch 'em in the act and they still deny it Might 'cause a riot I been cut the ***** off, she still on my **** If you at the bar buying drinks holla Oh ohV.I.P full of sticky stick say Oh ohIf you ready creep wit his wife holla Oh oh, like-like, let's do it If its 23's on the wheel's holla Oh ohYoung Gunnaz bangin' through the speaker say Oh ohIf you cheatin' on your man tonight holla Oh oh, like-like, let's do it Its Mack daddy Young Scrappy Nah, I ain't rappin' Young ins get back at 'em All the action through the traffic on our way to perform If you knew like I knew, you would try to keep 'em home Soon as we give 'em the song You hit it before the mornin' We don't love 'em, we just smut 'em We hit it and then they gone Plus she was all up in my business Askin' 'bout my cases Knew what I was charged with And wanna know what I'm facin' Heard I keep it on me daily wherever I goBeat the case Homes still fight MuhandoYup, hey Hey, whatz up? Gunnaz, hey Hey, hey, hey
作曲 : Muhammad, Porter, Ries Let's do it, oh oh, Ramsy, Nasty YoungWe here to make sure these ****** take heat and remember That we 'bout it, 'bout it business, like P in the limit Got some 'bout it, 'bout it *****es that fein for the ***** Used to flee me for the ****** now see all up in it Hit it when I want to no matter how you treat 'em How much you flee 'em you can get it when you want to You don't have to eat 'em, just **** 'em down right Never speak on another playa she don't like Get a flagour for that, **** you hatin' for Dude just playin' his part, she datin' boy Down at the club she just had to go Young Gunnas from State P had a show You show see them people shakin' and shakin' And movin' and groovin' but Gunna was coolin' Long as I had my tullin', the girlies was choosin Everybody else actin' foolish Over there actin' stupid Come over here and we shootin' If you at the bar buying drinks holla Oh ohV.I.P full of sticky-stick say Oh ohIf you ready creep wit his wife holla Oh oh, like-like, let's do it If its 23's on the wheel's holla Oh ohYoung Gunnaz bangin' through the speaker say Oh ohIf you cheatin' on your man tonight holla Oh oh, like-like, let's do it Don't tell 'em nothing These ****** ain't 'bout nothin' They look here with them fake stares We gone get the cuttin' You know they frontin girlies up in the place Plus they probably mad *****es up in out face4-5th on the hip and them Buddhas a 8 These ****** wanna trip Then we give these ****** a taste Don't shoot at cars And won't shoot from far We chase 'em and lase 'em For all the **** they talking plus hatin', **** waitin' We send a ************s to SatanBeen takin' ****** girlies for ages She throwin' it from the back I'm grindin' all on her hips She talkin' that freak **** How 'bout she a freak *****, maybe a chewie quick Never got to sleep 'cause you know them, chicks Soon's you go to sleep they all up in your grip Catch 'em in the act and they still deny it Might 'cause a riot I been cut the ***** off, she still on my **** If you at the bar buying drinks holla Oh ohV.I.P full of sticky stick say Oh ohIf you ready creep wit his wife holla Oh oh, like-like, let's do it If its 23's on the wheel's holla Oh ohYoung Gunnaz bangin' through the speaker say Oh ohIf you cheatin' on your man tonight holla Oh oh, like-like, let's do it Its Mack daddy Young Scrappy Nah, I ain't rappin' Young ins get back at 'em All the action through the traffic on our way to perform If you knew like I knew, you would try to keep 'em home Soon as we give 'em the song You hit it before the mornin' We don't love 'em, we just smut 'em We hit it and then they gone Plus she was all up in my business Askin' 'bout my cases Knew what I was charged with And wanna know what I'm facin' Heard I keep it on me daily wherever I goBeat the case Homes still fight MuhandoYup, hey Hey, whatz up? Gunnaz, hey Hey, hey, hey
