3Bandx - Wtf You Trynna Do? Lyrics

(Rah, rah, nigga I - Mm, mm)
(Yeah, it's my time, you late)
(On some real shit, nigga)
(Clap gang, clap God, ah!)
I've been swappin' bitches like I'm swappin' work
In the G8, with this clip out, tryna rob the clerk
Got bored as f*ck, start sippin' Quagen, call that shit a serve
He started spying on what he did, you know that chopper hurt
Big bro told me, leave that shit alone, but I don't never listen
Love that bitch to death, but one thing bout her, she always trippin'
Use they ass for target practice, niggas always missin'
All my niggas got some aim, like the '03 Pistons
Had to fallback
In my own lane, like, hell nah, can't recall that
They say shots fired, we gone, niggas fallback
I send straight strikes, take off a nigga a ball cap
Hit his ass, a body bag, you know where he went
Got to talkin' on the net, they hit 'em, now he Heaven sent
Everything I can't repent, can't be forgiven for these sins
Me and Rick like Jake and Finn, f*ck an adventure, let's go spin
Shoulda been up on the Simpsons, I know shit before it happened
Seen the look up in his eyes, I draw my fire and get to clappin'
I be smokin' on them backwoods, love the opp pack, must be ratchet
F*ck the Jakes, we on the chase, let's get this work up to the attic
Where you at?
What you on?
What the f*ck you tryna do?
One clip filled with 5.56's, the other 7.62's
If it's war, ain't duckin' smoke, know what it is, we comin' through
Yo' bitch had dick in her mouth, like, tell yo' lil hoe chew ha' food