Do Sumthin

I know big, looking down homie

If he was still here, he tells flex he proud of me

Yeah, I make brooklyn look good homie

And I patiently waiting to kill suge homie

I ain't even know big but I'm ason

Told french tell diddy drop the bag son

They probably like you heard what that nigga said [?]

When they come to I city that nigga dead

When I come to ya city I be prepared

They breathe the same air as me I'm not scared

I'm from where they wake up drinking hennessy

Your best friends'll smoke you before your enemies, uh

I didn't tried to hug your baby mother

I grew up around some ill motherfuckers

When don't kill me make me tougher

Seeing niggas serve crack to their own mother

Whoever don't like me, do sumthin'

Purp yourself up, do sumthin'

Me & my crew they ain't gotta do sumthin'

We heavyweight you ain't gon do nuthin'

Pop off or get popped on

Pop off or get popped on

We gon pop like micro wave pop corn

They say the south winning cause they all get along

It done changed that none of 'em dudes don't get along

Gucci beefin' with jeezy, beefin' with yo gotti

Beefin' with yung jock, he beef in with everybody

Ross beefin' with jeezy, yo gotti ain't full of plies

Jeezy & blue fella just tell me who got the pies

They tried to smoke rick ross in his whip

Was it the gd's or jeezy & the crips [?]

If this ain't the hottest record of flex's tape

Then ray j & kim k make a sex tape

I said what you won't hear from nobody else

Flex, who they mad at, me or theyself?

This is not what they expected

They thought this was gon' be a strip club record (this ain't cali)

Instead I got niggas acting wreckless

In the stip club, stippin' niggas with their necklace

Real recognize real

I don't get along with the fake

Oh I must be doing something right

Cause I'm the one everybody hate

Bite my tongue for no one

I be saying what the fuck I want

I'm ready for the problems

We can do it however you want