Do the Job lyrics

[Intro]
You know what the f*ck goin' on, we on the stu' mobbin'
You know what the f*ck goin' on, we hop out tryna leave sh*t messy
Big go sh*t, f*ck goin' on, go
f*ck, f*ck

[Verse]
They know D1 get that drop then send a hit, don't check the news
Heard they caught him with his head down then shoot him out his shoes
n*ggas pus*y, they ain't get back for they homies, that's just rude
It's this one opp I can't wait to kill, his life been overdue
Get up on who? Brodie caught a two for one right out the coupe
We want your head, we don't do no critical, we want you dead
Cut off his dreads, he had his gun but he ain't usе it
I think he'd rather use his lеgs
Got that Draco hangin' out the window, we crackin' sh*t like eggs
We only tied up with the Clappers, we don't do no cliquin' up
Get a body for the gang then throw away the dirty gun
Anybody with me ranked, hittin' heads, murder one
We make his mom can't get a break, ain't think she lose her first son
n*gga, who ain't got no reps? Was clappin' since my first gun
And your man went on PC in the jails and you lied
First day out he got cooked, should've stayed on his pod
This a Drac', couple of shots from this, I bet that do the job
We got his lo', started a fire when that pus*y come outside
Tired of goin' back and forth, just hit my line if you want die
Hop out that van and walk sh*t down, I heard he got hit twelve times
n*ggas bangin' out on drills, n*ggas rookies with that fire
n*ggas hit bro in the leg, what the f*ck you went and cry?
I don't play about Lil Booka, n*ggas know don't cross that line
[?] ass b*tch, she just tryna f*ck the gang
He dropped a diss and he got shot, ever since then he done change
I'm slappin' rappers, tappin' pockets and I'm snatchin' rappers chains
I come through on my bully, come through with a loaded fully
Catch a opp and stretch him, that sh*t like takin' a baby cookie
[?] jeans with the threes and I still will squeeze
Shot him in his stomach and he held his [?], he still gon' bleed
n*ggas run around with gens—, n*ggas not my speed
n*gga, your man died and you dissin', you ain't takin' heat
Brodie got shot, pull out a Drac', that's a different a bread
Run down his block and hit his face
We cracked his head, some flower seeds
Big ass pound, hit him all in his legs, he crippled now
It was five but we only hit three, spin back around
They get it now, run him down in black mask then send him out
He ain't come out for a month, f*ck it, we gon' hit his house
Heard they hit him in his lungs, f*ck it, smoke him out the pound
[Outro]
f*ck it, f*ck it, f*ck it
Go, go