SUBMIT LYRICS
Top 100
Album releases
artists
Community
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Correction Lyrics
Gotta Do
by
Jackboy
Back
Lyrics
[Chorus] Momma told me keep on shittin’ on whoever going against you (Okay, okay) I’m not beefing with that nigga, naw dude really my lil’ sister (He my lil’) I’m not beefing with that nigga, naw he pussy, he really on his period (Really on his) I don’t give a fuck who say he thuggin’ He really fakin’ nigga, I ain’t hearing it (Naw, naw, ay, yea) I don’t give a fuck who feel some type of way Nigga, do whatever you gotta do (Okay, okay) I’m not Ben Simmons with this shit Nigga, I’mma hit every time I shoot (Every time I shoot, ay) Keep my distance from these niggas They walking around with the bitch-nigga flu (Bitch nigga flu, yea, ay, ay) It be just me and my pistol, I ain’t stepping out here with no group (With no crew, naw) [Verse 1] It be just me and myself in that Lamborghini riding with a pistol I got money to keep me company I ain’t tryna hang with these niggas I got money to keep me company But it can’t take away the pain I done been through so much shit I can peep when you’re running game Can’t treat me like a lame I’m alert I’m staying focused I’m rolling right now off a perc, going with the motions I keep a Glock nine got ‘em thinking I’m from Orlando I’m putting up big numbers, I’m too much for them to handle [Chorus] Momma told me keep on shittin’ on whoever going against you (Okay, okay) I’m not beefing with that nigga, naw dude really my lil’ sister (He my lil’) I’m not beefing with that nigga, naw he pussy, he really on his period (Really on his) I don’t give a fuck who say he thuggin’ He really fakin’ nigga, I ain’t hearing it (Naw, naw, ay, yea) I don’t give a fuck who feel some type of way Nigga, do whatever you gotta do (Okay, okay) I’m not Ben Simmons with this shit Nigga, I’mma hit every time I shoot (Every time I shoot, ay) Keep my distance from these niggas They walking around with the bitch-nigga flu (Bitch nigga flu, yea, ay, ay) It be just me and my pistol, I ain’t stepping out here with no group (No crew) [Verse 2] I did not make it up out the projects just to come back and try to chill Why the fuck would I bring you with me? Been knew your love wasn’t real I’ve been stacking up my dollars They ain’t happy, they hating on the low You will never get your flowers while you here They don’t want you to grow I heard it’s smoke so I keep that blicky real near I’mma let it blow Type to bag a nigga Then I go steer clear and hide on a boat I’m not Ben Simmons with this shit When I shoot my shot it’s more precise I’m like Curry with that pole I won’t miss tryna take his life [Chorus] Momma told me keep on shittin’ on whoever going against you (Okay, okay) I’m not beefing with that nigga, naw dude really my lil’ sister (He my lil’) I’m not beefing with that nigga, naw he pussy, he really on his period (Really on his) I don’t give a fuck who say he thuggin’ He really fakin’ nigga, I ain’t hearing it (Naw, naw, ay, yea) I don’t give a fuck who feel some type of way Nigga, do whatever you gotta do (Okay, okay) I’m not Ben Simmons with this shit Nigga, I’mma hit every time I shoot (Every time I shoot, ay) Keep my distance from these niggas They walking around with the bitch-nigga flu (Bitch nigga flu, yea, ay, ay) It be just me and my pistol, I ain’t stepping out here with no group (With no crew, naw)
music video
Your name will be published. Leave fields blanks to remain anonymous.
Submit
Modal title
×
Insert media
Video URL?
(YouTube, Vimeo, Instagram, DailyMotion, Soundcloud)
×
Remember me
Lost password
Sign in
Register
