Trae Tha Truth - What You Gon' Do Bout It lyrics

[Intro: Zuse] Yeah You know? Yo Dun We a shoot dem One by one [Hook: Zuse] Just walked in di party Grab you, whe yu shawty I know you feelin' salty (But I don't give a f** about it) Whatchu gon' do bout it (x3) (Whatchu gon' do bout it) Someone please call 9-1-1 tell 'em I just shot my gun Whatchu gon' do bout it (x3) (Whatchu gon' do bout it) [Verse 1: T.I.] Spot a p**y n***a I don't like Walk up on his a** take flight All my n***a gon' fight Natural when we see you on sight Check it p**y n***a die every time I bless 'em Till the other side recognize my message- Disrespect the city' king ??? Black his eye get his a** outta my presence- Fully automatic choppa they shootin' 'em- Hustle Gang you know you don't wanna fool with them- All the sharks in the water they cool with them Yo p**y a** i' never in the mood to swim Bring it to a n***a face in 3D Move more gas than the BP n***a betta pay homage when you see me Or Imma send a chief to your teepee- Keep me 3 or 4 b**hes in the back- They rollin' backwood by the pack- Bet the back they blowin' 2015 Cadillac she stole it- And we ain't goin' home till we see her break dome n***a [Hook: Zuse] [Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth] Young ? got a chopper in the Lambo I'm gettin' money still trapin' out the bando Lookie here p**y n***a whatchu stand fo' Man down try'na put you where the sand go Now what the f** you feelin'a do about it n***a we could fight or we could shoot about it I pull a choppa n***as get a different view about it Imma a**hole n***a nothin' new about it I'on' give a f** don't you play with my mental- I play with this lead I'm not talkin' no pencil- I keep me 3 youngins strapped up in that rental- To check anything that you say out yo dental- Real street n***a I'm the king of the ground Walk up in the club shut the whole club down- Put the H in the air yeah I'm ridin' for the town- Only finna see the truth going south-west bound- n***a where yo b**h at I'm try'na f** so'um I play physical and b**h I'm try'na touch so'um I shoulda been a DJ how I cut so'um Facedown tell that ho to headbu*t so'um I take you outcha frame n***a I feel love for the game n***a Bet I go against the frame n***a Chain stupid I'm insane n***a [Hook: Zuse] [Verse 3: Spodee & (Zuse)] I told 'em who the hardest And I showed 'em who the hardest My flow too retarded Now (Whatchu gon' do bout it) Whatchu gon' do bout di' Whatchu gon' do bout dat You was a big n***a talkin' real tough in the club Till I drew my gat 34 n***as up in the front Hol' up 26 n***as up in the back Deah I brought them ?full wit me cause den them want it full it me we fee'na fill this sh** sendin' 'em home on wax? Hol' up I'm k**in' em givin' 'em all facts I don't f** wit dem n***a they all rats- And yo b**h think she bad she ain't really all that- Coulda hit her with a baseball bat from the truck to fall back, n***a [Bridge: Zuse] Someone please call 9-1-1 tell 'em I just shot my gun Whatchu gon' do When I pull up on you Heatah coughin' on di muthaf**a like my gun just got di flu Catch a n***a out di blue Take a n***a out his shoes Nevah missin' if I aim it at you Imma blow a n***a out my view Tell a n***a what I do Choppa break you down in two Spot a n***a like a clue Catch a n***a on the news [Outro: Zuse] Just walked in di party Grab you, whe yu shawty I know you feelin' salty (But I don't give a f** bout it) Whatchu gon' do bout it (x3) (Whatchu gon' do bout it) Someone please call 9-1-1 tell 'em I just shot my gun