What You Gone Do E

Slab, slow ride the bank. Niggas thought we was missing in action, but now We back in they face. Tell me what the fuck they gon' do now That we-'Bout to take off, so F what You heard. Because my side mirrors flap like a Fucking bird. And for the fools, we gon' clock One and we'll pop one. 'Cause my folk riding shotgun with a shotgun. We 'bout to take off, so F what you Heard. Because my side mirrors flap like a fucking Bird. And for the fools, we gon' clock one And we'll pop one. 'Cause my folk riding shotgun With a shotgun Tell me what you gon' do When I'm coming What you gon' do? Act a fool Tell me what you gon' do When I'm coming What you gon' do? Act a fool Tell me what you gon' do When I'm coming What you gon' do? Act a fool Tell me what you gon' do When I'm coming It's 9-1-1, please call the doctor You a nigga seventeen that you know with a Strap. It's J Tan coming from the lower part Of the map. Watch what you say, bitch, 'cause your phones is tapped. I'm riding in my B with creeping with my Heat in my lap. When you see me coming, move 'fore you get Ran over. Can't you see that the down South Is taking over? If you don't believe me, bitch, I'ma have to Smoke ya. You gon' be the next witness meeting Up with Jehovah. Tell me what you gon' do When I grab my tool and I cock that Bitch back, finna act a fool. So tell me what you gon' do when I Swoop the block and kick your door with thugs That'll act a fool You a chump-ass nigga that I really don't bar. That's why I'm grabbing the MAC, letting off shots through your car. Who I are? Lil Beezy, for sheezy, I leave 'em breezy. When you get out of line, I Promise you gon' have to see me. Believe me, I bust rhymes until my clip is Empty. You tell me fuck around and rush with A pit bull attitude, not friendly. You rookie? That's sweeter than a fish, older spank My cookie. Better duck before I bust and leave You wetter than some hype pussy Could give a Fuck, nigga. Pulling up slow-mo, Ready to buck, nigga. I'm out the rooftop, holler, "Night duck," Nigga. Too late, you got stuck. That's what they get for playing with me, I Don't give fuck. It's Mike D, Cali Yawn, Bitch, I'm back home. Playing spot back, so nigga, bring that shit on. That block you on gon' be hurting tonight. And that ghetto bird yellow tape working tonight. I'm like good yay, dog, if you serve me Right. But don't play my nerves, nigga, I'm the Nervous type. I got an itchy, itchy, Itchy, itchy trigger finger. Let the K drop 'bout a hundred shots at Ya I hit your block in a black mask On they ass, slip it in an over. Coming out strapped up like a soldier. When I hit the lights, you know it's over. Ain't no drive-bys on you wise guys. I'ma loc up in that slide, guys. And I'm all in with no guidelines. In all black with no bean pies. Tell me what you gon' do when I'm coming. Then you come to realize that I ain't bumping And I'm popping. I'm leaving a left and a Right quick blow 'til your head be lumping. And it ain't no running when I'm face to Face coming to get ya. Hit you with Gorilla Marvin, that Slab Squad, we red dot so we Don't miss Tell me what you gon' do when I'm coming for you What you gon' do, Nigga? me what you gon' do What you gon' Nigga? When I'm coming for you What you gon' Do, nigga? what you gon' do, nigga? When I'm coming for you What you gon' do, Nigga? Tell me what you gon' do What do, Nigga? When I'm coming for you What you gon' Do, nigga? I'm so tired of being hummed I'm Finna hit your block in that matchbox black Hummer Hit the lock and let it rumble Four-inch missiles Twist and turn, plus them hoes tongue Hold it Rock, but never fumble When you hit, You feel the burn, scream and just mumble It's S-Dub, Vultures Walking around with two toasters on a hoochie And If it's drama, I'm the closest Don't need to invite bitch, we the hosts S-Dub and Slab, somebody call SoundScan 'cause this Track's getting slammed. Y'all already know we the cream of the crop. Whatever bitch that's throwing her thumbs, then That's the bitch we gon' drop. We keeping it hotter than a sauna. Your hoochie finna get rolled over like a stick Of 'dro when I blow. You left right at The cut when I fold you. S-L-A-B repping, Bet none of you niggas can come and fuck With it. Holding it down throughout H-Town all the Way back to Tex City. Free let me get loose again. Slab and them hoes choosing in. Running these old turtle-ass niggas back up in they Shells again. We 'bout to bring it to the Table, crush the tension. We done had enough of the small talk and Enough lip from you bitches. So keep your smiles and kisses. Friendly shit, I get vicious. I'm the type of nigga that'll turn a so-called Gangster back religious Here I come Coming to get ya. You niggas don't get the Picture 'til 40 rounds come hit ya. I'm a hard nigga in this bitch with hard Niggas. And we disregard niggas 'cause we taking Charge, nigga. You was running your mouth. Uh, now that's gon' make a nigga run in Your house and put the gun in your mouth. I see the fear in your eyes, bitch. If I so much as see a tear in Your eyes, I'm gon' materialize. You better realize, me and my niggas, We be gorillas. Some go-getters, so if I want you, I'ma go Get ya. I'm 'bout the dough, nigga, nothing else Matter. When the.40 hit your brain, won't nothing Else splatter Tell me what you gon' do when I'm coming What you gon' do? Act a fool Tell me what you gon' do When I'm coming for What you gon' do? Act a fool Tell me what you gon' do When coming What you gon' do? Act a fool Tell me what you gon' do When I'm coming 9-1-1, please call the doctor