Whatcha Gonna Do About It (feat. Ozzy Allan)

People sayin we fell off, our last abum was the basement

Face it, y'all complacent, you can't get

Close, cause we the most incredible, no Nick

Double F.Y.A. real spit

Word to Trizz, we're a force to be reckoned with

You'll learn the lesson real quick when we blessin it

Immaculate conception, destiny manifesting, you really should invest in

Hypebomb, there is none higher

Like the Gods I got tatted on my arm

On fire with the Protagonist, some call me Satan in the flesh

Am I blasphemous

Or heaven sent, the choice is yours

While I cruise this beat with the suicide doors

On a winning streak

Now take a seat

I been talking my shit this long

Cause I know I been doing it different

All of y'all big running mouth sprinting

Smoke in my kitchen, coughing for minutes

Whatcha gonna do about it

Whatcha gonna do about it

Whatcha gonna do about it

Whatcha gonna do about it

I been talking my shit this long

Cause I know I been doing it different

All of y'all big running mouth sprinting

Smoke in my kitchen, coughing for minutes

Whatcha gonna do about it

Whatcha gonna do about it

Whatcha gonna do, ohhhhh

Whatcha gonna do about it

No celebrity caption, we keep it old fashioned

Pull up on the spot with the Woosah blasting

Far from your average, why the fuck you asking

Still Hypebomb, still stage crashing

Stay independent and push distribution

Direct with the message, fuck all the confusion

Ozzy on the hook and this is exclusive

But who is that dude? You **** is clueless

So whatcha gonna do? We already know

Hate campaign, that's how it goes

That's why we like to switch it up

Gotta keep it moving and give no fucks

You got nuts in the game but your tail is tucked

We do it different muthafucka so suck it up

We ain't them cuz this is us

And if your feeling this shit then throw your hood up

I been talking my shit this long

Cause I know I been doing it different

All of y'all big running mouth sprinting

Smoke in my kitchen, coughing for minutes

Whatcha gonna do about it

Whatcha gonna do about it

Whatcha gonna do about it

Whatcha gonna do about it

I been talking my shit this long

Cause I know I been doing it different

All of y'all big running mouth sprinting

Smoke in my kitchen, coughing for minutes

Whatcha gonna do about it

Whatcha gonna do about it

Whatcha gonna do, ohhhhh

Whatcha gonna do about it

I've been talkin my shit like my shit ain't rank

Car got mileage but there's gas in the tank

Ain't worried bout who is and who ain't

Cause I make the girls faint like my damn breath stank

Standing on bidness, this mental fitness

They trying to take back the game, they mean business

This not fictitious, food for thought, dishes

Wipe em clean, overstand what I mean, nah I mean

Oooh... Sheezy gettin nasty on da track

Like I nutted on her back who gonna clean it up?

The track is my hoe, put her ass on the stroll

Called the stream, y'all gonna run it up

Having my fun, **** I ain't done, gonna give me my flowers

Full of excitement like a baby shower, when I pull up and smash on the single mothers

Whatcha gonna do (what what what what what)

I been talking my shit this long

Cause I know I been doing it different

All of y'all big running mouth sprinting

Smoke in my kitchen, coughing for minutes

Whatcha gonna do about it

Whatcha gonna do about it

Whatcha gonna do about it

Whatcha gonna do about it

I been talking my shit this long

Cause I know I been doing it different

All of y'all big running mouth sprinting

Smoke in my kitchen, coughing for minutes

Whatcha gonna do about it

Whatcha gonna do about it

Whatcha gonna do, ohhhhh

Whatcha gonna do about it

Lyrics by K. Erwin, B. Smith II, S. Lucas, A. Oesterling