Ain't Gone Do Shit

[Verse 1: Billy Danze]

Glocks with the aftermarket clip in it

On instagram hollerin' how you got hollow-tips in it

When shit hit the fan and niggas clipped ya man

You got in the van. You ran

You an expert at making the wheels spin

You only gangster in front of the building

A nigga pulled up wieldin'

Dual automatics you faggots got in ya' feelings

Too many killers, the bodies ain't adding up

Get lit and get cooled off, your crew's soft

Don't be the one to get your snapback moved off

Like "Brownsville" as I cruise off

I'll benchpress one of you niggas

I ain't gon' hold you up, I'll fold you up

A thousand deaths, choose one, it's a soldier's luck

Cadillac, that old deluxe

[Chorus]

You scared to be yourself in front of people

This is all about your ego

(You ain't gon' do shit)

(You ain't gon' do shit)

You out here in these streets

You tryna show that you a beast

(You ain't gon' do shit)

(You ain't gon' do shit)

[Verse 2: Lil Fame]

Glock 40 and a couple clips wit' it

You silverback gorilla, get yo wig split wit' it

I am zoo official bitch, you try to line me

Do yo gorilla ass like they did Harambe

Ashtray, you little bitch-ass mothafucker

Come over here and give yo granddaddy a hug

Don't try to be a menace to brownsvillers while drinkin' ya juice in the hood nigga

You are just a chimpanzee

I will light up yo grill like Chef Ramsay

But murder ain't always gotta be the case

I speedbag him and brrr-di-di ya face

From the reservoir, Livewire bitch

I change a nigga channel, I got that Amazon Fire Stick

So kill all that gun boy talk today

Imma take off today, now walk away

[Chorus]

You scared to be yourself in front of people

This is all about your ego

(You ain't gon' do shit)

(You ain't gon' do shit)

You out here in these streets

You tryna show that you a beast

(You ain't gon' do shit)

(You ain't gon' do shit)

[Verse 3: Teflon]

Man I'm sick and tired of niggas lyin'

Hollerin' 'bout how they grippin' iron and they clique is ridin'

Where I'm from it was a different climate

Shit was violent, niggas moved slick and did this shit in silence

Nowadays niggas actin' like they extra live and

Know soon as them things pop they gon' be testifyin'

Miss me with the street tales I ain't buyin'

Know you sweet, I can tell by the look in your eyes and

You lookin' surprised, when them Brooklyn guys arrive you look to the side

You shook in the side

Get your pride tooken don't fuck with the guys

Know that fake tough guy shit's just a disguise

Everything in the dark must come to the light

We street certified, we ain't got nothin' to hide

Don't make me expose you, put that frontin' aside

Cause I will straight bump slump him and jump in the ride

[Chorus]

You scared to be yourself in front of people

This is all about your ego

(You ain't gon' do shit)

(You ain't gon' do shit)

You out here in these streets

You tryna show that you a beast

(You ain't gon' do shit)

(You ain't gon' do shit)

It behooves those to understand that the first time you do a solo album

Motherfuckers would think that for some reason there was something wrong with the group

But what they fail to realize is that when it comes down to M.O.P. it's M.O.P for your whole life

M.O.P for your afterlife, M.O.P for your children's life, and they children's children's life

World-famous M.O.P. forever. Now Brooklyn, stand up. Keep standin'