Funkmaster Flex - Don't Make Me Do It lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled] Funk Flex, it's We the Best Music Ayo Vado, Welcome to the team [Hook] They light some kush off in the air right now, right now For my n***as out at loss and the ones who down to ride, drinks up (drinks up) Free my n***as (free my n***as) We getting money, screaming f** you and your feelings Don't make me do it, (Don't make me do it) Don't make me do it (Don't make me do it) Don't make me do it, (Don't make me do it) Don't make me do it (Don't make me do it) Cause I'mma ride for my n***as, I would die for my n***as Go to war for my brother and thats word to my momma, Don't make me do it [Verse 1: Vado] It's cool Mo push D in the wild wild west All the ballers respect me like world wide west Denim supply vest, I bet your girl slide next Chanel hoodie is what you think you fly, uhm yes Don't make me do it, bang bang when that thang' rang Squeeze the lev' when that thang' aim Jesus head when that chain hang We the best in that name rang My same gang, straight champagne Like f** you and your campaign My shoe strangs' and my nuts hang Ya'll don't get it, this sh** is nothing to me I don't go get it , I get it coming to me You blow go vivid built like a hummer to me No Diggy, have a reverend the day you run into me [Hook] [Verse 2: Ace Hood] I say, f** all that talking, my money do that Getting some head in the back of the back Still I'm gon' ride with that strap on my lap and some whip in that lac' that's a matter of fact Still smoking on that good good Nail a b**h with this good wood f** around with my people dog and it's d**h row like that n***a Suge Say long money, tour bus Eat a rapper like cold cuts Make a check and I blow it all and its f** a hater like 4 s*uts I'm on one in that 2 door Top gone I keep em' off 80 gram for that cube floor, my pockets fatter than sumo I do it, I make a movie All this ice around my collar got me cooling (BLING BLOW!) I say now I am my brothers keeper, blood is right up under my sneakers Balling hard, you stuck in the bleachers We the best it's nice to meet you [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Oh lord, I'm feeling myself I'm in the big boy fiddling with the suicide door I'm k**ing myself Got a bad b**h with me and a brand new semi that's still in my belt I ain't feeling these n***as I'm grilling these n***as I'll k** ‘em myself Hold up she pop molly pop that p**y He puffs loud we pop that p**y That's your chick? I got that p**y I treat that sh** like project p**y Like hold up sipping on lean we pour up Ask your main b**h, yeah, she know us These n***as ain't wanna see me blow up Pocket full of green like a four leaf clover Hold up wait I walk in this b**h I f** sh** up and I leave gone Hold up wait I walk to his b**h start talking that sh** and she's gone Back to crib kicking him out I'm dicking her down and I'm kicking her out Free all my n***as I wish they was out The best in me and I'm getting them out [Hook] [Verse 4: French Montana] I fly the birds in like the Falcons man don't make me do it I'll wet your crib up have you ducking man don't make me do it I get higher than Buddy Williams man don't make me do it Every time we pull up like a dealer Don't make me do it Money over b**hes man they made me do it Youngest coldest n***a man they made me do it Told your b**h “what your t**ng with?“ made her do it I'm talking hit after hit man they made me do it I be thinking ‘bout the next sh** that make me do it Then I turn into the next like you made me do it You heard Flex dropping bombs streets made him do it We The Best Coke Boyz man you made us do it [Hook]