What Do U Do (Courtesy of Cartel) Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Cartel MGM)

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[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame & Cartel MGM]
What do you do when police kick your door
Tell everybody get down on the floor? (I'ma shoot)
Better have bond and a good-ass lawyer
'Cause when you step in front of the judge, he ain’t gon’ show your ass no love
What do you do if a truck backing up
With bales and bricks and it’s all filled up?
I’ma turn my stove on, I’ma turn my scale on
Trapping with my Ruger so I’m never home alone

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Dope in my nuts, hand on my Glock
12 pull up, then we dumping on the fucking cops
I’ll be damned if I run, I gotta get my money
Trying to get the trap jumping like Bugs Bunny
Ain’t shit funny, fucking with MGM
So much fucking pounds, so much fucking bricks
Got new goons, them boys Mexican
Hella tattoos, them boys bad news
Bad attitude with a good aim, nigga
I’m still the same nigga from the same block, nigga
Stupid hustle game, what a wicked jump shot
Stupid hustle game, what a wicked jump shot

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame & Cartel MGM]
What do you do when police kick your door
Tell everybody get down on the floor? (I'ma shoot)
Better have bond and a good-ass lawyer
'Cause when you step in front of the judge, he ain’t gon’ show your ass no love
What do you do if a truck backing up
With bales and bricks and it’s all filled up?
I’ma turn my stove on, I’ma turn my scale on
Trapping with my Ruger so I’m never home alone