What You Gon Do Bout It? - Hustle Gang, T.I., Trae Tha Truth

Yeah

You know?

Yo Dun

We a shoot dem

One by one

Just walked in di party

Grab you, whe yu shawty

I know you feelin' salty

(But I don’t give a fuck 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)

Spot a pussy nigga I don’t like

Walk up on his ass take flight

All my nigga gon' fight

Natural when we see you on sight

Check it

Pussy nigga 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 pussy ass i' never in the mood to swim

Bring it to a nigga face in 3D

Move more gas than the BP

Nigga betta pay homage when you see me

Or Imma send a chief to your teepee-

Keep me 3 or 4 bitches 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 nigga

Young?

got a chopper in the Lambo

I’m gettin' money still trapin' out the bando

Lookie here pussy nigga whatchu stand fo'

Man down try’na put you where the sand go

Now what the fuck you feelin’a do about it

Nigga we could fight or we could shoot about it

I pull a choppa niggas get a different view about it

Imma asshole nigga nothin' new about it

I’on' give a fuck 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 nigga 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-

Nigga where yo bitch at I’m try’na fuck so’um

I play physical and bitch 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 nigga

I feel love for the game nigga

Bet I go against the frame nigga

Chain stupid I’m insane nigga

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 nigga talkin' real tough in the club

Till I drew my gat

34 niggas up in the front

Hol' up

26 niggas up in the back

Deah

I brought them?

full wit me cause den them want it full it me we fee’na fill

this shit sendin' 'em home on wax?

Hol' up

I’m killin' em givin' 'em all facts

I don’t fuck wit dem nigga they all rats-

And yo bitch think she bad she ain’t really all that-

Coulda hit her with a baseball bat from the truck to fall back, nigga

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 muthafucka like my gun just got di flu

Catch a nigga out di blue

Take a nigga out his shoes

Nevah missin' if I aim it at you Imma blow a nigga out my view

Tell a nigga what I do

Choppa break you down in two

Spot a nigga like a clue

Catch a nigga on the news

Just walked in di party

Grab you, whe yu shawty

I know you feelin' salty

(But I don’t give a fuck 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