What I Gotta Do
I'm smoking on that west coast
I'm rocking Italy
My bitch from Detroit, she moved to Memphis
Fell in love with a D-boy
When you first met me you knew
I was on that player shit i play with money
I don't play with ho's
That's that Castalia shit
Fucking with Daddyo
He showed me my first half a milli
Nowadays a young nigga playing with a ticket
Steady copping new coupes and
Getting new speeding tickets
Tear that shit up, throw it off the roof
Light up my sticky
Middle finger to the police
Fuck the speed limit 12 years old
I told myself I'll never be broke
Basketball cool, but I'm good at moving dope
Gotta take care my folks
But I ain't selling blow
I'm just doing what I gotta do
The difference between me and you
You gon' make up an excuse and
I'ma do what I gotta do
I'ma do whatever I gotta do
I'ma do whatever I gotta do
I'ma get out here and do whatever I gotta do
Whatever it take
I'm too used to lobster and steak
Nah you can keep that lil' pussy
Lil' mama I'm super straight
Yeah I'm too busy running
Up this motherfucking cake
I save them nothing bitches for
Them lame ass niggas
You a pussy come to my hood
You get no pass nigga
Might get robbed blind and threw
In the trash nigga
Sat my bitch down and told her
I'm nothing like yo last nigga
I'm straight out the slum that's
Just where I'm from
They don't make 'em like me no more
They don't come how I come
I didn't make A's and B's
Cus I was selling P's
Remember Uncle Vic asked me
Lil nigga you selling weed?