Do Sumthin

[Verse 1] I know Big, looking down on me If he was still here, he'd tell Flex he proud of me Yeah, I make Brooklyn look good homie And I patiently waiting to kill Suge homie I ain't even know Big but I'm mad son Told French "Tell Diddy drop the bag son" They probably like "You heard what that nigga said ? When he come to our city that nigga dead" When I come to ya city I be prepared They breathe the same air as me, I'm not scared I'm from where they wake up drinking Hennessy Your best friends'll smoke you before your enemies, uh I did tried to hump your baby mother I grew up around some ill motherfuckers Wut don't kill me make me tougher Seeing niggas serve crack to their own mother [Hook] Whoever don't like me, DO SUMTHIN' Purp yourself up, DO SUMTHIN' Me & my crew they ain't gotta DO SUMTHIN' We everywhere you ain't gon' DO NUTHIN' POP OFF or get POPPED ON POP OFF or get POPPED ON POP OFF or get POPPED ON We gon POP like micro wave POP CORN [Verse 2] They say the South winning cause they all get along It done changed now none of them dudes don't get along Gucci beefin' with Jeezy, beefin' with Yo Gotti Beefin' with Yung Jock, he beef in with everybody Ross beefin' with Jeezy, Yo Gotti ain't feelin Plies Jeezy & Bleu fell out, just tell me who got the pies They tried to smoke Rick Ross in his whip Was it the GD's or Jeezy & the Crips ? If this ain't the hardest record on Flex tape Then Ray J & Kim K ain't make a sex tape I say what you won't hear from nobody else Flex, who they mad at, me or theyself ? This is not what they expected They thought this was gon' be a strip club record Instead I got niggas acting wreckless In the strip club, strippin' niggas with their necklace [Hook] [Verse 3] Real recognize real I don't get along with the fake Oh I must be doing something right Cause I'm the one everybody hate Bite my tongue for no one I be saying what the fuck I want I'm ready for the problems We can do it however you want [Hook]