Whatcha Gonna Do

Silked up like a dough boy smellin' like Fahrenheit

Motherf**ker whatcha gunna do

Since ya n***as from the ville they got to f**k me just to get em mane

Paul let's make n***a knocking

Point that Glock at them b***hes faces

The pistol play that Koopsta Knicca

Gone on a motherf**kin rampage

Clicking with that 9 in hand let's make this to another stang

Scarecrow with that satanic bible tell me where's the Killa Man

God let's take this on another ride

Juicy with that Tec-9 let's turn this to a homicide

666 now burning s**t let's make this to a crucifix

Chopped up in a f**king ditch

We clickin like Jeffrey Dahmer's b***h

B***h in my yard is where your body be well exposed

Its 6 double 6 mafia click slanging licks on you funky h*es

Ya scared ya scared because I dwell with that evil dead

I bled them bodies I left the blood running in your bed

The Koopsta's a psycho n***a you got tools I got mine too

A Glock to yo body fool now Whatcha Gonna Do

Silked up like a dough boy smellin' like Fahrenheit

Motherf**ker whatcha gunna do

Glocks Tec-9's Uzis at yo motherf**king face

No fear quickly watch a f**king murder take place

Place me a trick in my guillotine

Chop his cock off and see how fast we can make his mother scream

We means no f**kin niceness when we around

My Glock make this sound pop when I buck down clowns

Funky Town cause you to be slippin and feel like trippin'

And fallin' under spells given by my demon tells me

How ya gunna get with my 6 double 6 6 million 6 hundred and 60 thousand crazies that I click with wickedness

I shoulda have test you before I let you down in my boat

But now I push you over to watch you struggle to stay afloat

We drop a rope straight around your throat let's see if he chokes

When I trip of this w**d and put the ship in high speed

Always wanna have ya f**kin' way like a ho

This Triple 6 s**t don't stop so what the f**k you gonna d-o

Trick a*s n***a