(*"What can I do" is repeated as a snippet to the beat throughout the song*)
[talking]
a**hole By Nature
I see you motherf**ers just determined
To make a n***a get on y'all a**
Roach a** motherf**ers
I don't know what to do with you beat up a** broke motherf**ers
See us in the streets......
[Verse 1 - Boss]
What can I do to get these hoe a** n***as out my mix
I'm straight from the block tryna get a brick
I ended up puttin sh** down with the click
Now a bunch of n***as out ridin my dick
I'm a slide me a b**h, sit him in the 6
Put zip lock then I'm a hide me a b**h
No more pride for the b**h
n***as get mad cause I bang to the left, and plus I ride when I switch
Stickin to the G guide line, peep them from the side line
Boss gotta big gat b**h I'm a hide mine
Got it ready to pop and put you on the high line
From my hot nine thinkin I would never pull out and pop mine
b**h it's the maab, ridin our dick must be your big job
I might serve every n***a standin in your squad
Got G's from over seas, and places apart
You don't wanna f** around
Put him in the middle of a 30-30 scope and I'm buckin him down
4 slugs hit e'm before he touchin' the ground
I'm in love with my rounds, I be lovin the sound
While I'm huggin four pounds, hoe made n***as better move when I'm 'round
Before my face show a frown
Hittin n***as up with that HGC and that 2-2-3 and I'm ditchin the town
[Verse 2 - Trae]
Guess who the f**-top back in the do'
Seperatin from the plex with a beam and a scope
Hop fly I'm a hit a n***a dead in his throat
With a mac fully attack no force to let go
Might touch on a n***a like Shaq
Hit him in chest now he body rockin like Pat
When he size up I'm a put his a** on his back
Have his b**h a** runnin to the trunk for the gat-where the haters at
Better yet n***a why bother, I'm a pain in the a** like Antonio Tarver
ABN we opperate like the carter, and been G'd up since a n***a was starters
North to the South, South back to the North
East to the West let it go I set it off
We the team of the H plus we run with the south
Trae, Jayton, Z Ro the Crooked, and Lil'Boss
Hop in the L crank up ready to floss
Swoop through the block my frame ready-to-toss
Mouth piece gotta n***a bout to goin off
Cause my grill worth about 4 ki's in the south
Now what can I do about n***as like these
AK's to the chest will make them burn like trees
Forty-rounds out the clip will make them scat like fleas
Roach a** nothin type of n***as gotta bleed
(*"What can I do" repeated 'til end*)