Testo Umma Do Me - Yo Gotti

Umma Do Me

Lames don't copy, boy, don't abuse it
I'ma do me
I'ma do me
I be in the hood
With nothing but OG
OG, OG, nothing but OG
I'ma do me
I'ma do me

I'm a real G, no bandana
Don't play with my life, like
I'ma give your ass something that you can't handle
Moved from the M, up to Atlanta
Everywhere I go, I rep my city
Everywhere I'm at, them goons be with me
chain, like it going insane
I'ma leave your ass right there, looking
Murder one, third degree
And ain't nobody gon' testify
'Cause all my niggas gon' stay in line
And die
Y.O. G.O.T.T.I
hundred thousand to get me high
As I'm blowing on the kush pack, rolling on the X pill
couple thousand to get me by
Motherfuck the laws, I'm strapped right now
Weak ass niggas, need to free T.I
These bitch ass niggas, keep snitching on a nigga
'Cause these pussy ass niggas keep letting them slide
You a hip-hop cop, or a hip-hop head?
Let a street nigga get some hip-hop bread
For I end up in the feds, or end up dead
I'm the king of the streets, bitch, I know what I said

This that cocaine music, homie, don't you confuse it
Lames don't copy, boy, don't abuse it
I'ma do me
I'ma do me
I be in the hood
With nothing but OG
OG, OG, nothing but OG
I'ma do me
I'ma do me