Don't Do It (feat. Cole Hunter & Blunt J) Video (MV)

F*ck it I'ma shoot em dead
Pull up make em fled
Gonna make em bled
All I see is red, when I'm spreading the lead
Eat em like its bread
Never should have led
Running from the feds
Smoking all this pot
Rollie I'ma cop
Steal it from a cop
Sight be like a dot
Pop em like an opp
I be getting top
Maybe getting schlop
Hit em with the Beretta you got no f*cking option
I'm white not black one half of logic
Bought a pound of dope, but I had to go and box it
I hit it from the f*ckers who be pulling up to cop it
I'm a big boy, run it up, f*ck it up, shoot em up
Hit em up, I be pulling guns out just to eat em up
Steal a mans bitch, show em who be f*cking eating up
You gotta make you name so no f*ckers can go and show em up
Look, I'ma tell you one time, yeah I'm ready to spit
All these bars stacking up, yeah they ready to hit
Pull up, drop your at, yeah I'm ready to split
If you don't have the bag, then I'm ready to dip
Talk down on my name, you gon have a correction
From these words I got different implections
Yeah you think I'm playing, but you really be stressing
After I drop this verse, you gon learn your lesson
Like the teacher in class, yeah I never pass
All I do is drop fire, yeah you know that's gas
I don't care much now, cause I tell em to pass
I don't talk much, making sure I last
Too much in the safe, keeping it stashed
Never like doing it, but I knew it came fast, yeah
I got a big dick
Hit you f*cking chick
Damn yo mama thick
Bite her like a tick
Psyche, I'm a f*cking spider
Shawty love it when I ride her
Put my dick all up inside her
Make her booty hole wider
Booty tasting like some cider
Bout to make me her provider
Pull up with a glock
Smaller then my cock
Make you f*cking squawk
You can't even talk
Are you f*cking mute?
I'm a god damn brute
Played you like a flute
Blood all in your suit
I'ma get the loot
I ain't no blood
I ain't no crip
I'ma make you f*cking trip
I'ma eat one more time, throwing down these lines
Motherf*ckers be hating cause their not on our grind
I be pulling all these verses straight out of my mind
Me and Cole be rising up, we one of a kind
Haters need to back the f*ck up we killing them
With words and rhymes, we always take it to ten
What we spit is fire, over and over again
Don't f*cking talk shit, or we gon do it again
I don't pop pills, but I take all this kush
When you smoke you know I'm f*cking smoking the bush
You told me I was shit but you didn't last
Just listen to my music and your gonna be passed
If you do me wrong, or lies were all that you spoke
We gon pull up on you, you don't want that smoke
We don't mess around, this isn't a joke
My reputation's something that you don't provoke
(Yo, this album is gonna be f*cking Fire)
(Like I'm not even playing right now)
(I don't even care what these motherf*ckers say about it)