You women sit on social media
You sit around (yes)
“Oh, everybody killin’ everybody”
But you never tell the truth
That it’s been a thousand shootings and homicides
Trickle back down to you runnin’ your fuckin’ mouth
Or you callin’ somebody, and exaggeratin’ ’cause you feel disrespected
Stop callin’ people
You get into an argument with somebody on the block
That’s it, leave it there
You call your brother, now these niggas goin’ through it the whole summer
And then somebody child die ’bout it
That-that’s your fault
It’s been through it all, man
Blood, sweat and tears
Niggas is dead and shit
The fuck else can happen, yo?
Won’t think once more or some, I’m out, man
I done seen it all, been through it all, yo
Let y’all niggas know right now, word to mother, for real, for real
That’s the truth, y’all lyin’
What we not gon’ do is look at the next man jewelry
Real or fake, all the shinin’ ain’t new to me
I’m only interested in the opposite sex
‘Cause when the sex get monogamous, I get a text
Like “Who you in the club with? Why you next to her?”
‘Cause women are the wallpaper when I’m decoratin’ Earth
What we not gon’ do is talk about how you hurt
When you was online earlier talkin’ ’bout your purse
All she did was twerk, what you doin’ now is worse
Guess bein’ in a relationship is like a gift and a curse
And I got the blueprint too, so excuse me, miss
The AP out, that’s when the room get lit
And I maneuver through the club with the tool equipped
Put niggas on ice, you ain’t met a nigga cool as this
So stop with all the receipts, ’cause the proof is this
I ain’t even shoot my shot, I had two assists
And how rude is this, you went through my shit
You make a ass out of you and me, assumin’ shit
I told you the truth, how you gon’ tell me?
When I knew me longer than you, it’s only been six months
So what we not gon’ do is what we not gon’ do
When you call the cops on me, you call the cops on you
You in a situation, I ain’t tryna knock on dude
But don’t fuck up mine
‘Cause what we not gon’ do is what we not gon’ do
It’s a lot of real niggas not here to speak for themselves
That’s where I come in
To stand in the gap between them and what needs to be heard
I got the Drac’, but I’m out y’all view
Meanin’ I got the drop, but the top don’t move
And you gon’ need a plot if I’m plottin’ on you
Call the block on me, I’ll put the block on you
I might drive out to Vegas, let two Glocks loose
It’s a Suge Knight, the 740 Tupac-proof
Your homie used you as a shield, so who shot who?
And you got everybody back, but who got you?
And what we not gon’ do is say the murders unsolved
But they gettin’ football numbers if you murder the law
I know a nigga had a argument that led to his death
I know if they ain’t never argued, then he woulda never left
I got a neighbor bein’ held against his will
Jumped off, slapped the star, she ain’t satisfy steel
That’s why I’m gon’ chill (chill)
‘Cause when your girl the biggest stepper, it’s hard to swallow that pill
Nah, nigga
What we not gon’ do is what we not gon’ do
When you call the cops on me, you call the cops on you
You in a situation, I ain’t tryna knock on dude
But don’t fuck up mine
‘Cause what we not gon’ do is what we not gon’ do
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