Don’t Do That Hoodrich Pablo Juan

[Hook]
.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

[Verse 1]
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