Let's Do It (feat. RBM ZMONEY & BlueJayMong) Video (MV)

He received a pass for all that acting, I ain't used to that
Quit acting like you control fullies, where your shooter at
Baby bout her pape, we multiply, so where the gueda
You niggas normalized the bacc door, where they do that at

If baby try to line me any day, I'ma do her ass
Lil baby never seen a money route, we pursuing that
If he shoot at me purposefully, I'll be shooting back
The homie, homie know his dad a cop, and still support his raps

In A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, come alley-oop the trap
Just tryna live to trap tomorrow, baby, sell her ass
Bro just caught another open case, but we ain't doing that
Young niggas rule the world, I'm tryna ball and keep my drillaz happy

Ayy, why you rapping bout a pole, you don't got a gun
Your baby mama call me daddy, cause she want my son
I keep it on me, on my homie, I could never run
Cook a nigga quicc with The stick, it's finish over and done

That's on my son don't got one yet, but know your pops the truth
Had niggas dropping out of school because they really spooked
We had a fight and that's on sight, I'm aiming for his tooth
Upgraded to glizzy with 50, tryna touch his roof

Niggas boof, tell the truth, they ain't really that
Only look good when she arch it, cause it ain't really phat
Your boy went down and came around like he ain't really rat
I know some niggas who got shot at, but ain't shooting back

Now that, it's a shame if you ask me
Always running shit, but started off as an athlete
What's His Name? Slipped, we chased his ass through the backstreet
Niggas track stars, I'm showing up to your last meet

Nigga, that's deep, feel it in your chest
Now imagine your closest nigga taking his last breath
Loyalty, A have you Roccin with niggas way past death
Situations going through it, had niggas way past stressed on the set

Ayy, so what you really wanna do
Cause all my niggas splash, nigga, all my niggas shoot
Stop playing with the gooniez, that's the projects & the rude
Cause if Z push up on you, he coming with big boot

We had the streets turnt up, they knowin' that's nothing new
Why they turn this shit down? Yeah, they keep that shit on mute
Out the woodworks, we got some shit that had the army spooked
They elect me as the president, y'all hood is getting nuked

Bouta Teach That Boy A Lesson Tryna play me like a fool
You ain't got your GED, we finna take your ass to school (stupid nigga)
We be getting off on niggas, it's a sign to a goon
We could get his ass tonight, we gon' get his ass at noon

Sweep a nigga with this broom, fit a nigga in his tomb
All these pull ups I be doing, you would think I was a uce
He was posed to keep It G, but got too comfy in that room
And all these bitches think I'm hot because a nigga play it cool

If I ever wife you, baby, better be about your blues
If I ever wife a lady, then her feet gotta be cute
Yeah, bitch, I'm really player one, I'm never player two
And tell yo patnas , cause my niggas players too

Real smooth, stuck to the bread, a nigga made of glue
Solid nigga with some stripes, yeah, we move like 8 ball pool
Cause I can't f*ck with niggas, we don't got the same IQ
My life a blockbuster movie, yeah, a nigga coming soon

I'm from the Jetz , bitch