Hook
Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do
Nothing
Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do
Nothing
Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do
Nothing (You ain't gon' do not a god damn thing, homie)
Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do
Nothing (You ain't gon' do not a god damn thing, homie)
Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do
Nothing
Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do
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Pre-Verse
Try to fuck with that beast coast
We come back with that riposte
You don't know?
(Hold this for me..)
[Verse: No Idols]
Bitch, I make hits, got a bat and a trigger
Rap game sweet, why you look so bitter?
You can't reach me like broken transmitters?
Your net worth is by cock-suckers that glitter?
Make your chick stay wet, got condensation
She mad you ain't shit, constipation
All your clothes fake, fabrication
I'll make you go poof, nigga, Dissipation
I don't give a fuck about you or your bitch, moving her hips, if she not flashing her tits
All my homies ride like the crash when it hits
And the women trying to fly, put the cock in her pit
I told her you don't want a man like me
Who starts to grab a mic and rips these beats
No pity, no hesitation
Who writes his own verse on his medications
I treat life like a chess game
If we not cool, then the basis ain't first name
I mean, I hate y'all in the worst way
Most of y'all will get cut, call it Child's Play
I speak what I see, what did I say?
I see failure, must be Guy Fawkes' Day
What I tell you 'bout keeping on your toupee?
See we eating all day, homie, buffet
Hook
Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do
Nothing
Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do
Nothing
Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do
Nothing (You ain't gon' do not a god damn thing, homie)
Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do
Nothing (You ain't gon' do not a god damn thing, homie)
[Pre-Verse: Vonell]
All these niggas wanna hate
We don't turn the other way
We come back, retaliate like oh, lord
And your girl, she wanna stay
You ain't gonna do nothing
She got tatted Groovie Gang like oh, lord
[Verse: Vonell]
Hold up, you ain't fucking with some real niggas
You should already know that
Real shit, motherfucker, I'm a king
Thought you was the man, nah, nigga, Scratch that
People hearing that I'm coming to the club
We don't care that you coming cause your fans wanna show up
They scream my name when I pull up
And everybody wanna take a picture with that Kodak
Clown ass nigga, grown little man, Kevin Hart ass nigga
Me and my not the same, cause I'm heading for the fame and you can't fuck with us
Talking about my hitters, that's a cross for you niggas, I'ma let you know now, no remorse for you niggas
Your girl riding with me, bumpin' in that two seater, I'ma knock the pussy out, hit it like I'm Bruce Willis
We on the rise, working hard for this shit like constipation
Lord, please walk with us, get us through all these complications
Cause people wanna bang like they know us, I'll knock a nigga out with no hesitation
But, the top is waiting, we paper chasing, so, fuck 'em then, no time for wasting, that's groovie
Pre-Chorus
Groovie Gang, APE, Fuck with us, nigga, Hol' up, Hol' up, Hol' up
Fuck you tryna' do, Fuck you tryna' do
Fuck you tryna' do, Fuck you tryna' do
Hook
Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do
Nothing
Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do
Nothing
Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do
Nothing (You ain't gon' do not a god damn thing, homie)
Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do
Nothing (You ain't gon' do not a god damn thing, homie)
Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do
Nothing
Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do
Nothing
Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do
Nothing (You ain't gon' do not a god damn thing, homie)
Fuck you tryin' do, fuck you tryin' do
Nothing (You ain't gon' do not a god damn thing, homie)
