Don't Make Me Do It

Funk flex, it's we the best music

Ayo vado, welcome to the team

They light some kush off in the air right now, right now

For my niggas out at loss and the ones who down to ride, drinks up (drinks up)

Free my niggas (free my niggas)

We getting money, screaming fuck you and your feelings

Don't make me do it, (don't make me do it) don't make me do it (don't make me do it)

Don't make me do it, (don't make me do it) don't make me do it (don't make me do it)

Cause I'm a ride for my niggas, I would die for my niggas

Go to war for my brother and that's word to my momma, don't make me do it

It's cool mo push d in the wild wild west

All the ballers respect me like world wide west

Denim supply vest, I bet your girl slide next

Chanel hoodie is what you think you fly, uhm yes

Don't make me do it, bang bang when that thang' rang

Squeeze the lev' when that thang' aim

Jesus head when that chain hang

We the best in that name rang

My same gang, straight champagne

Like fuck you and your campaign

My shoe strangs' and my nuts hang

Ya'll don't get it, this shit is nothing to me

I don't go get it, I get it coming to me

You blow go vivid built like a hummer to me

No diggy, have a reverend the day you running to me

I say, fuck all that talking, my money do that

Getting some head in the back of the back

Still I'm gon' ride with that strap on my lap and some whip in that lac' that's a matter of fact

Still smoking on that good good

Nail a bitch with this good wood

Fuck around with my people dog and this death rolling; that nigga shook

Say long money, tour bus

Eat a rapper like cold cuts

Make a check and I blow it all and it's fuck a hater like 4 sluts,

I'm on one in that 2 door

Top gone I keep em' off

80 Gram for that cube floor, my pockets fatter than sumo

I do it, I make a movie

All this ice around my collar got me cooling (bling blow!)

I say now I am my brothers keeper, blood is right up under my sneakers

Balling hard, you stuck in the bleachers

We the best it's nice to meet you

Oh lord, I'm feeling myself

I'm in the big boy fiddling with the suicide door I'm killing myself

Got a bad bitch with me and a brand new semi that's still in my belt

I ain't feeling these niggas I'm grilling these niggas I'll kill 'em myself

Hold up she pop molly pop that pussy

He puffs loud we pop that pussy

That's your chick? I got that pussy

I treat that shit like project pussy

Like hold up sipping on lean we pour up

Ask your main bitch, yeah, she know us

These niggas ain't wanna see me blow up

Pocket full of green like a four leaf clover

Hold up wait I walk in this bitch I fuck shit up and I leave gone

Hold up wait I walk to his bitch start talking that shit and she's gone

Back to crib kicking him out

I'm dicking her down and I'm kicking her out

Free all my niggas I wish they was out

The best in me and I'm getting them out

I fly the birds in like the falcons man don't make me do it

I'll wet your crib up have you ducking man don't make me do it

I get higher than buddy williams man don't make me do it

Every time we pull up like a dealer

Don't make me do it

Money over bitches man they made me do it

Youngest coldest nigga man they made me do it

Told your bitch "what your twerking with?" made her do it

I'm talking hit after hit man they made me do it

I be thinking 'bout the next shit that make me do it

Then I turn into the next like you made me do it

You heard flex dropping bombs streets made him do it

We the best coke boyz man you made us do it