What Can I Do

Lyrics

(*"What can I do" is repeated as a snippet to the beat throughout the song*) [talking] Asshole By Nature I see you motherfuckers just determined To make a nigga get on y'all ass Roach ass motherfuckers I don't know what to do with you beat up ass broke motherfuckers See us in the streets...... [Verse 1 - Boss] What can I do to get these hoe ass niggas out my mix I'm straight from the block tryna get a brick I ended up puttin shit down with the click Now a bunch of niggas out ridin my dick I'm a slide me a bitch, sit him in the 6 Put zip lock then I'm a hide me a bitch No more pride for the bitch Niggas get mad cause I bang to the left, and plus I ride when I switch Stickin to the G guide line, peep them from the side line Boss gotta big gat bitch I'm a hide mine Got it ready to pop and put you on the high line From my hot nine thinkin I would never pull out and pop mine Bitch it's the maab, ridin our dick must be your big job I might serve every nigga standin in your squad Got G's from over seas, and places apart You don't wanna fuck around Put him in the middle of a 30-30 scope and I'm buckin him down 4 slugs hit e'm before he touchin' the ground I'm in love with my rounds, I be lovin the sound While I'm huggin four pounds, hoe made niggas better move when I'm 'round Before my face show a frown Hittin niggas up with that HGC and that 2-2-3 and I'm ditchin the town [Verse 2 - Trae] Guess who the fuck-top back in the do' Seperatin from the plex with a beam and a scope Hop fly I'm a hit a nigga dead in his throat With a mac fully attack no force to let go Might touch on a nigga like Shaq Hit him in chest now he body rockin like Pat When he size up I'm a put his ass on his back Have his bitch ass runnin to the trunk for the gat-where the haters at Better yet nigga why bother, I'm a pain in the ass like Antonio Tarver ABN we opperate like the carter, and been G'd up since a nigga was starters North to the South, South back to the North East to the West let it go I set it off We the team of the H plus we run with the south Trae, Jayton, Z Ro the Crooked, and Lil'Boss Hop in the L crank up ready to floss Swoop through the block my frame ready-to-toss Mouth piece gotta nigga bout to goin off Cause my grill worth about 4 ki's in the south Now what can I do about niggas like these AK's to the chest will make them burn like trees Forty-rounds out the clip will make them scat like fleas Roach ass nothin type of niggas gotta bleed (*"What can I do" repeated 'til end*)