Don't Do It (feat. Cole Hunter & Blunt J)

Fuck it I'ma shoot em dead Pull up make em fled Gonna make em bled All I see is red, when I'm spreading the lead Eat em like its bread Never should have led Running from the feds Smoking all this pot Rollie I'ma cop Steal it from a cop Sight be like a dot Pop em like an opp I be getting top Maybe getting schlop Hit em with the Beretta you got no fucking option I'm white not black one half of logic Bought a pound of dope, but I had to go and box it I hit it from the fuckers who be pulling up to cop it I'm a big boy, run it up, fuck it up, shoot em up Hit em up, I be pulling guns out just to eat em up Steal a mans bitch, show em who be fucking eating up You gotta make you name so no fuckers can go and show em up Look, I'ma tell you one time, yeah I'm ready to spit All these bars stacking up, yeah they ready to hit Pull up, drop your at, yeah I'm ready to split If you don't have the bag, then I'm ready to dip Talk down on my name, you gon have a correction From these words I got different implections Yeah you think I'm playing, but you really be stressing After I drop this verse, you gon learn your lesson Like the teacher in class, yeah I never pass All I do is drop fire, yeah you know that's gas I don't care much now, cause I tell em to pass I don't talk much, making sure I last Too much in the safe, keeping it stashed Never like doing it, but I knew it came fast, yeah I got a big dick Hit you fucking chick Damn yo mama thick Bite her like a tick Psyche, I'm a fucking spider Shawty love it when I ride her Put my dick all up inside her Make her booty hole wider Booty tasting like some cider Bout to make me her provider Pull up with a glock Smaller then my cock Make you fucking squawk You can't even talk Are you fucking mute? I'm a god damn brute Played you like a flute Blood all in your suit I'ma get the loot I ain't no blood I ain't no crip I'ma make you fucking trip I'ma eat one more time, throwing down these lines Motherfuckers be hating cause their not on our grind I be pulling all these verses straight out of my mind Me and Cole be rising up, we one of a kind Haters need to back the fuck up we killing them With words and rhymes, we always take it to ten What we spit is fire, over and over again Don't fucking talk shit, or we gon do it again I don't pop pills, but I take all this kush When you smoke you know I'm fucking smoking the bush You told me I was shit but you didn't last Just listen to my music and your gonna be passed If you do me wrong, or lies were all that you spoke We gon pull up on you, you don't want that smoke We don't mess around, this isn't a joke My reputation's something that you don't provoke (Yo, this album is gonna be fucking Fire) (Like I'm not even playing right now) (I don't even care what these motherfuckers say about it)