Do Bout It lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ooh
On foenem grave, you already know how this sh*t go
Back the f*ck up
All you bop-ass hoes, all you goofy-ass n*ggas
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
We killed your partner, now what you gon' do ’bout it?
Pick up a gun, stop rapping and shoot 'bout it
Don't let me drive your car, I might shoot out it
Knock him off-balance while he is rocking New Balance
We got four cutters inside of the Sprinters
Shout out to the gang, they turn n*ggas to sprinters
Foenem on D like they Leonard
You better be on point like you Lillard
’Cause we posting up like centers
Ayy, ain't tryna talk or bargain with n*ggas
That choppa hit you, knock a part off a n*gga
Oh, you the type that like argue with n*ggas?
Well, I'm the type to up a Carbon on n*ggas
I think you think that you know me but you don't really know me
If you did, you would know I got it on me
I'm something like Manu Ginobli
When I got it on me, we slid and hit four of your homies
One thing I never did is let 'em hold me
Talking that sh*t, n*gga, you gotta show me
He tried to run, he caught a four piece
These n*ggas broke, they ain't got no cheese
Hop in a foreign, it ain't got no key
You smoking OG? That sh*t so cheap
That’s like you going buying some OE
I am not 2-4 but I f*ck with Kobe
They say Red Bull give you wings
What, you wanna fly now? You wanna die now?
I’m everywhere like Wi-Fi, he caught a shot from the sideline
You better stick to the guideline
That choppa hit you, in a few it'll turn a n*gga from 6’2" to 5'9"
We'll come through with five nines, I'm from 5-9
I put a switch on the Glock for the (Brrt)
So please, don’t run up on me, you gon' hear (Brrt)
I got some n*ggas, hop out with that (Brrt)
But I got that chop, so you gon' hear (Brrt, boaw-boaw-boaw, brrt)
That's half of them n*ggas
And why is you riding without it, lil' n*gga?
That's how you die little quicker, we slide with them blickas
Boy, is you drunk off some liquor?
My n*ggas kill killers, we hopping out killing, ayy
f*ck how you feel, I don't got no feelings
Shoot at his grill 'til he ain't got no ceilings
Back to the money, I ran up a ticket
Just last week, I ran up a fifty
I was just broke, I didn't have a penny
Now I put money on n*ggas that envy
We do hits at night and the daytime
Folks hawked 'em down like he was a K9
I'm talking face to face like FaceTime
But I just heard it through grapevine
I keep a .9 like Rajon
I keep a hoodie like Trayvon
He got hit but it ain't done
Then I run up on 'em like I ain't done
Now we smoked your partner and you ain't even did sh*t
Everyone out there looking like, "Who did this?"
You talking 'bout some sh*t that we been did
It ain't no talking, we standing on business
I'm really having my way with this sh*t
You better duck when I'm waving a blick
I'll get on tracks and play with the sh*t
I don't even know what else to say on this sh*t
[Outro]
On foenem grave, you already know how this sh*t go
Got my blick on me, got my stick on me
Don't touch me, don't even look at me
Back the f*ck up
All you bop-ass hoes, all you goofy-ass n*ggas