Trae Tha Truth - What Can I Do lyrics

(*"What can I do" is repeated as a snippet to the beat throughout the song*) [talking] a**hole By Nature I see you motherf**ers just determined To make a n***a get on y'all a** Roach a** motherf**ers I don't know what to do with you beat up a** broke motherf**ers See us in the streets...... [Verse 1 - Boss] What can I do to get these hoe a** n***as out my mix I'm straight from the block tryna get a brick I ended up puttin sh** down with the click Now a bunch of n***as out ridin my dick I'm a slide me a b**h, sit him in the 6 Put zip lock then I'm a hide me a b**h No more pride for the b**h n***as get mad cause I bang to the left, and plus I ride when I switch Stickin to the G guide line, peep them from the side line Boss gotta big gat b**h I'm a hide mine Got it ready to pop and put you on the high line From my hot nine thinkin I would never pull out and pop mine b**h it's the maab, ridin our dick must be your big job I might serve every n***a standin in your squad Got G's from over seas, and places apart You don't wanna f** around Put him in the middle of a 30-30 scope and I'm buckin him down 4 slugs hit e'm before he touchin' the ground I'm in love with my rounds, I be lovin the sound While I'm huggin four pounds, hoe made n***as better move when I'm 'round Before my face show a frown Hittin n***as up with that HGC and that 2-2-3 and I'm ditchin the town [Verse 2 - Trae] Guess who the f**-top back in the do' Seperatin from the plex with a beam and a scope Hop fly I'm a hit a n***a dead in his throat With a mac fully attack no force to let go Might touch on a n***a like Shaq Hit him in chest now he body rockin like Pat When he size up I'm a put his a** on his back Have his b**h a** runnin to the trunk for the gat-where the haters at Better yet n***a why bother, I'm a pain in the a** like Antonio Tarver ABN we opperate like the carter, and been G'd up since a n***a was starters North to the South, South back to the North East to the West let it go I set it off We the team of the H plus we run with the south Trae, Jayton, Z Ro the Crooked, and Lil'Boss Hop in the L crank up ready to floss Swoop through the block my frame ready-to-toss Mouth piece gotta n***a bout to goin off Cause my grill worth about 4 ki's in the south Now what can I do about n***as like these AK's to the chest will make them burn like trees Forty-rounds out the clip will make them scat like fleas Roach a** nothin type of n***as gotta bleed (*"What can I do" repeated 'til end*)