Don't Do That - HoodRich Pablo Juan

.45 on me, big gun

I’m havin' paper, nigga, better get some

Two bitches with me and I ain’t gotta pick one

Lit in this bitch, brick on my left arm

Poured up a four, Brett Favre

V12 engine, NASCAR

Don’t do that, my nigga, quick draw

Big Ahk in Louis, Farrakhan

Don’t do that, my nigga, won’t make it far

Don’t do that, my nigga, strapped up like a cop

Don’t do that, my nigga, I’m ready for war

Pull up with dirty sticks in a stolen car

How you gon' rob me?

Nigga, I rob

My niggas with me, what the fuck you think they job?

Don’t do that, my nigga, that won’t be smart

Don’t do that, my nigga, don’t do that, my nigga

We on the fuck shit, bust out a rip

We pushing up quick if you running your lip

We got more guns than T.I.P

Pocket rocket on me while I’m at Phipps

Got a brand new foreign, that bitch got shipped

Fuck on a stripper, that bitch got some hips

Blue hundreds in my pocket, they got Crips

Don’t do that, my nigga, your ass will get killed

Ooh, hold the pot, pour the lean with the tip

I got the cookies, got milk?

That draco shoot good with that rubber grip

Glock 40, Goyard with a couple clips

I’ve been stacking my bread like that pumpernickel

You a pussy nigga, I don’t fuck with you

We gon' pull up and then take it, we crushing niggas

We gon' pull up and then take it, we crushing niggas

.45 on me, big gun

I’m havin' paper, nigga, better get some

Two bitches with me and I ain’t gotta pick one

Lit in this bitch, brick on my left arm

Poured up a four, Brett Favre

V12 engine, NASCAR

Don’t do that, my nigga, quick draw

Big Ahk in Louis, Farrakhan

Don’t do that, my nigga, won’t make it far

Don’t do that, my nigga, strapped up like a cop

Don’t do that, my nigga, I’m ready for war

Pull up with dirty sticks in a stolen car

How you gon' rob me?

Nigga, I rob

My niggas with me, what the fuck you think they job?

Don’t do that, my nigga, that won’t be smart

Don’t do that, my nigga, don’t do that, my nigga

I hang with the dealers and robbers, my nigga

Came with some killers, they hand on the trigger

Got bananas for monkeys, don’t make me peel them

Fresh out the back, go get the pistol

He went to the Feds, I heard he was snitching

Don’t come around here, you gon' end up missing

My niggas don’t stop till they complete the mission

I go hard on these niggas like the old-school Pistons

I pull up and aired it out, these niggas shitting

My niggas hungry, you the dinner dish

These niggas really soft like New Edition

Don’t do that, my nigga, you better listen

You can see the lean I drank when I’m pissing

You a broke nigga, better get fixing

Shoot with good aim and I’m consistent

Two guns, Eastwood, Clinton

.45 on me, big gun

I’m havin' paper, nigga, better get some

Two bitches with me and I ai

n’t

gotta pick one

Lit in this bitch, brick on my left arm

Poured up a four, Brett Favre

V12 engine, NASCAR

Don’t do that, my nigga, quick draw

Big Ahk in Louis, Farrakhan

Don’t do that, my nigga, won’t make it far

Don’t do that, my nigga, strapped up like a cop

Don’t do that, my nigga, I’m ready for war

Pull up with dirty sticks in a stolen car

How you gon' rob me?

Nigga, I rob

My niggas with me, what the fuck you think they job?

Don’t do that, my nigga, that won’t be smart

Don’t do that, my nigga, don’t do that, my nigga