Текст песни What They Gone Do - Mook

It's been so long
Y'all can't hear me talk so y'all can't hear me through this song
That bitch did me wrong
I don't have no time for niggas, get it on my own (let's go)
Talibandz we on, bitch, quit calling my phone
It's crazy how niggas hate on you even when you gone (gone)
I'm tryna get money I married it when I was young
I started with nothing, kick down the door and let 'im through
My niggas is trained to shoot and I bet they shoot at you
Nigga, who the fuck is you?
You ain't fuck wit' me in school (oh no)
I pull up in coupe, now you acting like we cool
Nigga I don't fuck with you
I be flexin'
What they gone do, what they gone do, what they gone do
All these diamonds 'round my necklace (necklace)
What they gone do, what they gone do, what they gone do
I got shooters who might shoot you
What they gone do, what they gone do, what they gone do
If I turn up on a fuck nigga
What they gone do, what they gone do, what they gone do
I be flexin'
What they gone do, what they gone do, what they gone do
All these diamonds 'round my necklace (necklace)
What they gone do, what they gone do, what they gone do
I be flexin'
I keep that chopper on me 'case a nigga disrespect me
He wanna be the next me
He keep on talkin' shit, he gon' end up where the fish sleep
I'm tryna get this money, all you niggas will get killed for playing wit' my money
I swear to god I'm hungry
Can't wait 'til I get rich, and split it with my homies (bands)
I be flexin'
What they gone do, what they gone do, what they gone do
All these diamonds 'round my necklace (necklace)
What they gone do, what they gone do, what they gone do
I got shooters who might shoot you
What they gone do, what they gone do, what they gone do
If I turn up on a fuck nigga
What they gone do, what they gone do, what they gone do,
I be flexin'
What they gone do, what they gone do, what they gone do,
All these diamonds round my necklace (necklace)
What they gone do, what they gone do, what they gone do
Please don't fix yo' lips to talk to me
What you have to offer me
Got all these bands on top of me
Why they hate on me, I'm not anybody
I might catch a body, If he run up on me, I'ma pop it and I won't be sorry
If you ring yo' bands up in one night, we gon' talk about it
Niggas talk 'bout money everyday, but ain't really got it
Got a couple bands in my pants, ain't no way around it
Get the fuck from 'round me, I don't need no help to fuckin' count it