Jackboy – Gotta Do

Lyrics Gotta Do – Jackboy

Momma told me keep on s**ttin’
On whoever going against you
I’m not beefing with that n**ga
Naw dude really my lil’ sister
I’m not beefing with that n**ga
Naw he p**sy, he really on his period
I don’t give a f**k who say he thuggin’
He really fakin’ n**ga, I ain’t hearing it

I don’t give a f**k who feel some type of way
N**ga, do whatever you gotta do
I’m not Ben Simmons with this s**t
N**ga, I’mma hit every time I shoot
Keep my distance from these n**gas
They walking around with the b**ch-n**ga flu
It be just me and my pistol
I ain’t stepping out here with no group

It be just me and myself
In that Lamborghini riding with a pistol
I got money to keep me company
I ain’t tryna hang with these n**gas
I got money to keep me company
But it can’t take away the pain
I done been through so much s**t
I can peep when you’re running game

Can’t treat me like a lame I’m alert I’m staying focused
I’m rolling right now off a perc, going with the motions
I keep a Glock nine got ’em thinking I’m from Orlando
I’m putting up big numbers, I’m too much for them to handle

Momma told me keep on s**ttin’
On whoever going against you
I’m not beefing with that n**ga
Naw dude really my lil’ sister
I’m not beefing with that n**ga
Naw he p**sy, he really on his period
I don’t give a f**k who say he thuggin’
He really fakin’ n**ga, I ain’t hearing it

I don’t give a f**k who feel some type of way
N**ga, do whatever you gotta do
I’m not Ben Simmons with this s**t
N**ga, I’mma hit every time I shoot
Keep my distance from these n**gas
They walking around with the b**ch-n**ga flu
It be just me and my pistol
I ain’t stepping out here with no group

I did not make it up out the projects
Just to come back and try to chill
Why the f**k would I bring you with me
Been knew your love wasn’t real
I’ve been stacking up my dollars
They ain’t happy, they hating on the low
You will never get your flowers while you here
They don’t want you to grow

I heard it’s smoke so I keep that blicky real near
I’mma let it blow
Type to bag a n**ga
Then I go steer clear and hide on a boat
I’m not Ben Simmons with this s**t
When I shoot my shot it’s more precise
I’m like Curry with that pole
I won’t miss tryna take his life

Momma told me keep on s**ttin’
On whoever going against you
I’m not beefing with that n**ga
Naw dude really my lil’ sister
I’m not beefing with that n**ga
Naw he p**sy, he really on his period
I don’t give a f**k who say he thuggin’
He really fakin’ n**ga, I ain’t hearing it

I don’t give a f**k who feel some type of way
N**ga, do whatever you gotta do
I’m not Ben Simmons with this s**t
N**ga, I’mma hit every time I shoot
Keep my distance from these n**gas
They walking around with the b**ch-n**ga flu
It be just me and my pistol
I ain’t stepping out here with no group…

Written by Jackboy
Album: Majorly Independent
Produced by Evince Beats, Shaad K’Rounds & TnTXD
Jackboy | 2022

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