What You Gon’ Do Bout It lyrics

[Intro: Zuse]
Yeah
You know?
Yo Dun
We a shoot dem
One by one

[Chorus: Zuse]
Just walked in di party
Grab you, whe yu shawty
I know you feelin' salty
(But I don't give a f*ck about it)
Whatchu gon' do bout it (x3)
(Whatchu gon' do bout it)
Someone please call 9-1-1 tell 'em I just shot my gun
Whatchu gon' do bout it (x3)
(Whatchu gon' do bout it)

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Spot a pus*y n*gga I don't like
Walk up on his ass take flight
All my n*gga gon' fight
Natural when we see you on sight
Check it
pus*y n*gga die every time I bless 'em
Till the other side recognize my message-
Disrespect the city' king ???
Black his eye get his ass outta my presence-
Fully automatic choppa they shootin' 'em-
Hustle Gang you know you don't wanna fool with them-
All the sharks in the water they cool with them
Yo pus*y ass i' never in the mood to swim
Bring it to a n*gga face in 3D
Move more gas than the BP
n*gga betta pay homage when you see me
Or Imma send a chief to your teepee-
Keep me 3 or 4 b*tches in the back-
They rollin' backwood by the pack-
Bet the back they blowin'
2015 Cadillac she stole it-
And we ain't goin' home till we see her break dome n*gga
[Chorus: Zuse]
Just walked in di party
Grab you, whe yu shawty
I know you feelin' salty
(But I don't give a f*ck about it)
Whatchu gon' do bout it (x3)
(Whatchu gon' do bout it)
Someone please call 9-1-1 tell 'em I just shot my gun
Whatchu gon' do bout it (x3)
(Whatchu gon' do bout it)



[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
Young [?] got a chopper in the Lambo
I'm gettin' money still trapin' out the bando
Lookie here pus*y n*gga whatchu stand fo'
Man down try'na put you where the sand go
Now what the f*ck you feelin'a do about it
n*gga we could fight or we could shoot about it
I pull a choppa n*ggas get a different view about it
Imma as*h*le n*gga nothin' new about it
I'on' give a f*ck don't you play with my mental-
I play with this lead I'm not talkin' no pencil-
I keep me 3 youngins strapped up in that rental-
To check anything that you say out yo dental-
Real street n*gga I'm the king of the ground
Walk up in the club shut the whole club down-
Put the H in the air yeah I'm ridin' for the town-
Only finna see the truth going south-west bound-
n*gga where yo b*tch at I'm try'na f*ck so'um
I play physical and b*tch I'm try'na touch so'um
I shoulda been a DJ how I cut so'um
Facedown tell that ho to headbutt so'um
I take you outcha frame n*gga
I feel love for the game n*gga
Bet I go against the frame n*gga
Chain stupid I'm insane n*gga
[Chorus: Zuse]
Just walked in di party
Grab you, whe yu shawty
I know you feelin' salty
(But I don't give a f*ck about it)
Whatchu gon' do bout it (x3)
(Whatchu gon' do bout it)
Someone please call 9-1-1 tell 'em I just shot my gun
Whatchu gon' do bout it (x3)
(Whatchu gon' do bout it)


[Verse 3: Spodee & (Zuse)]
I told 'em who the hardest
And I showed 'em who the hardest
My flow too retarded
Now (Whatchu gon' do bout it)
Whatchu gon' do bout di'
Whatchu gon' do bout dat
You was a big n*gga talkin' real tough in the club
Till I drew my gat
34 n*ggas up in the front
Hol' up
26 n*ggas up in the back
Deah
I brought them ?full wit me cause den them want it full it me we fee'na fill this sh*t sendin' 'em home on wax?
Hol' up
I'm killin' em givin' 'em all facts
I don't f*ck wit dem n*gga they all rats-
And yo b*tch think she bad she ain't really all that-
Coulda hit her with a baseball bat from the truck to fall back, n*gga
[Bridge: Zuse]
Someone please call 9-1-1 tell 'em I just shot my gun
Whatchu gon' do
When I pull up on you
Heatah coughin' on di muthaf*cka like my gun just got di flu
Catch a n*gga out di blue
Take a n*gga out his shoes
Nevah missin' if I aim it at you Imma blow a n*gga out my view
Tell a n*gga what I do
Choppa break you down in two
Spot a n*gga like a clue
Catch a n*gga on the news

[Outro: Zuse]
Just walked in di party
Grab you, whe yu shawty
I know you feelin' salty
(But I don't give a f*ck bout it)
Whatchu gon' do bout it (x3)
(Whatchu gon' do bout it)
Someone please call 9-1-1 tell 'em I just shot my gun