W.I.T.S - What I Gotta Do ? Lyrics

I'm rocking that ironed polo tee, looking clean
Ain't got no time, for teeter to waste no time, any more, yeah
I fortify the f*cking team
Anything I gotta do, you best believe
Imma pull-up, with that god damn thing
Yeah, kid it's best you stand back, from the bad
Shit, you folding you don't even know what cards in your hand
You claiming the streets what you breathe,
But you takin the stand against yo mans, oh man
Nigga musta went and done em all in
And the police took the plug and brodie
Homie to the pen
Hoe done did a nigga in and so a soldier ain't here
My homie held a nigga down so when he out we bout to turn up
Turn up, like the block
Niggas better stand back, when we pulling up
You finna need twenty rulers if gone measure up
Brodie turn to feathers when he burst, i bet i blast
So the next time i see a nigga tempt me might be his last
Might be his last
Now, that i can't allow
Lil nigga, stand down
You need to take a step back
And you niggas took a l
Take a setback like it ain't shit
Shit i can shoot back kid shit i can getchu shot at like it ain't, hot
Bring the bud up to the the boulevard we cooling at the court
Homie got caught
Brodie got court
Fam sick, damn
I gotta run the torch
Hop out and approach
Send this f*cker prayers, cause he's boutta peace out
Pop off over here and i'm gone shoot you, ain't no rebound
Ain't no rebound
Dropped off all them grams, i got the traps lined for the dollars
I'm in the stu dropping gems
Gems gems
Jewels jewels
Gems gems
Hacks scams
Hacks, scams, cheats
Beat the shit out you lizards, cutting venom out you gizzards
Smoking cinnamon in my rollup
Rift portal open when i pull-up
And my pistol by my dick ready to jump
And that motherf*cking trigger, i'm ready to pull it
F*ck a stunt
F*ck a punk
F*ck a bunt
Bat it off out the field
Trapping shit to get a meal
Give family my millions
These lil kids my minions
Only be like this because i be here
Pop a pussy like them stupid perkies kids be flexing
Yeah
Kid it's best you stand back, from the bad
Shit, you folding you don't even know what cards in your hand
You claiming the streets what you breathe
But you takin the stand against yo mans
Oh man
You took the stand
Nigga musta went and done em all in
You did what
And the police took the plug and brodie
Homie to the pen
You said what
Hoe done did a nigga in and so a soldier ain't here
Ay
My homie held a nigga down so when he out we bout to turn up shwoo
Bring the bud up to the boulevard, we cooling at the court, court
Brought the bud up to the court and niggas smoking on the plastic
Plastic, you niggas plastered
You get the blaster
Ayo, cock if faster, we bout to pull-up
Pull-up
Pull-up
Flip switch on the brain, turn it on and let this shit sink
Imma turn up like a turnip that just got pulled pulled the dirt
I'll fortify the f*cking team
Anything i gotta do, you best believe
Imma pull-up, with that god damn thing
Get it from overseas
Get it shipped straight to me
I'm rocking that ironed polo tee, looking clean
Ain't got no time for teeter to waste no time anymore, ay