Trae Tha Truth - Who Gone Do It lyrics

[Hook - 4x] Who gon do it, the way I do Who gon get this b**h hot as I do, and keep it live as I do [Dougie D] First of all, look I'm in mash mode Motherf**ers wasn't even expecting, but here I go You know me from the Maab, you know me from the S.L.A.B n***as be wanting to see Dougie, show his raw naked a** What about n***as that's hating, I don't feel that there What about n***as that's pressing, I k** that there I'm a certified G, like a freak on with one T.V I keep a click of k**as, that's stupid and all coo-coo Like the way I keep it live, yeah we like that boy Like the way I keep it on fire, yeah we like that boy I'ma jump on the track, and ride it and keep wigging Panties'll get wet, while pads'll get messy Who gon do it like I do it, no other or nan nother Dougie'll get this motherf**er hot, like summer A Guerilla Maab n***a, I represent it forever Until I retire my jersey, and touch another level [Hook - 4x] [Dougie D] God damn it, I'm on fire Just as soon as I commits to speaking, the sh** burn down I'm a lyrical mastermind, with my punch line rhyme Make a motherf**er rewind, and play it one mo' time I'm a street toner scholar, game I got a lot of Flipping through the city, with my chicken on my wood divider Trying to get me I think nada, this beam on top of my nine-a Will go on top of your noggin, and knock everything up out of it Whoo, when you boys gon learn When you f** around with the fire, your a** will get burned I done paid my dues daddy, so you wait your turn And my mind up on my money, I don't know bout yours And I'm still riding, sliding co*ked up Don't give a motherf**, squeeze a b**h up on her bu*t Hollin' man hold up, getting full and f**ed up It's your n***a Dougie D, wrecking this b**h and getting bucked [Hook - 4x] [Trae] Follow me inside the mind of a thugger, that's known to slug a Never gon be nan nother, that's rougher coming out the gutter I mean it and I tell you, I spit it like I'ma give it gangsta For the digits these n***as be weaker, than a fake a** wa*ksta I'm a corner bender, on 20's with T.V.'s And the bang be knocking off they fenders, pretenders can never enter To kick it with Maab related Guerillas, so n***as hate it They know that they perpetrated, they life'll be confiscated For f**ing with a well known, with a weapon that's well shown Conversating on cell phones, with work to get it gone I'm just doublizing, with ways to shut 'em down And since I shut 'em down, it's best they lay it down [Cl'Che] It ain't nan b**h, can do it like I did it Ain't nan mo'f**er, could screw it like Screw did it Or amateurs trying, to rhyme against professionals That's not fair, so b**h I dare You, to even think you could do what Cl' do Originar S.L.A.B. rider, coming through Cl'Che, Trae, Dougie D we love to do When you hating on we do, and the do is in you I got a rhyme or two, and it's just about you Cause we dropping these albums, doing just what we do And I ain't, never by myself I got the whole damn Southside, riding on my belt [Hook - 4x]