Waka Flocka Flame - Wut Do U Do (Courtesy of Cartel) lyrics

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame & Cartel MGM] What do you do when police kick your door Tell everybody get down on the floor? (I'ma shoot) Better have bond and a good-a** lawyer 'Cause when you step in front of the judge, he ain't gon' show your a** no love What do you do if a truck backing up With bales and bricks and it's all filled up? I'ma turn my stove on, I'ma turn my scale on Trapping with my Ruger so I'm never home alone [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Dope in my nuts, hand on my Glock 12 pull up, then we dumping on the f**ing cops I'll be damned if I run, I gotta get my money Trying to get the trap jumping like Bugs Bunny Ain't sh** funny, f**ing with MGM So much f**ing pounds, so much f**ing bricks Got new goons, them boys Mexican Hella tattoos, them boys bad news Bad attitude with a good aim, n***a I'm still the same n***a from the same block, n***a Stupid hustle game, what a wicked jump shot Stupid hustle game, what a wicked jump shot [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame & Cartel MGM] What do you do when police kick your door Tell everybody get down on the floor? (I'ma shoot) Better have bond and a good-a** lawyer 'Cause when you step in front of the judge, he ain't gon' show your a** no love What do you do if a truck backing up With bales and bricks and it's all filled up? I'ma turn my stove on, I'ma turn my scale on Trapping with my Ruger so I'm never home alone [Verse 2: Cartel MGM] What do you do if them pussies breaking in? Choice A: run; choice B: start shooting Choice C: murk them and throw them in the river Don't try me 'cause I'm a choice C n***a What would you do with a brick in the pot? Cartel would whip it up and set up shop South Atlanta, Zone 3, that's my home base Trigger finger funny, it only aims for the face What would you do if Cartel tied your b**h up And said, "I need 200 thousand for her ransom"? Smoking kush with Flocka and my n***a Kinto Finger on the trigger like a South Atlanta ‘migo [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame & Cartel MGM] What do you do when police kick your door Tell everybody get down on the floor? (I'ma shoot) Better have bond and a good-a** lawyer 'Cause when you step in front of the judge, he ain't gon' show your a** no love What do you do if a truck backing up With bales and bricks and it's all filled up? I'ma turn my stove on, I'ma turn my scale on Trapping with my Ruger so I'm never home alone