La'Chat – Make Somethin' lyrics

(Chorus 2x:)
Nigga gotta eat so a nigga gotta taste somethin
If I got some work then a nigga gon make somethin
Trick fuck with me then them bitches gon hate somethin
When I put this on bet ya cowards gon shake somethin

(Verse 1)
I think you niggas always frontin so my nigga give me somethin
Ain't no bitches fuck up and I'm out here get yo money
You was out here ridin clean found a clickin' on the thang
From my nigga I got no touch so just to get my ass ang
It's so hot I'm for a playa ? dog I gotta take ya
Imma homies make ya stang robbin' niggas for the jealousy
You were the red life, when you slippin' with the bitch
You was bumpin' out the frame make ya ribs I gotta get
Stick 'em up nigga stick it up tryna be buck
You wanna act like you a superman take off ya nugs
Motherfucker gotta go mane I'm out here some room
Yo bitch I think she front gucci so I'm on of the hoe
And I be dogging myself ??? it's the thug and then me
I got my jet ski mask, and paper ? my gold teeth
I do not need a rubber squad, ?????
I do not need a happy hat, I can catch my own charge, nigga

(Chrous 2x)

(Verse 2)
See all my broads they be gettin buck breaking the law
They robbing niggas with a Tec punk now they start off
They with a sella straight thug nigga crop out the way
He robbin niggas in yo hood mane this nigga don't play
Lil type of nigga that don't give a fuck read to buck
You out here havin thanksgiving so you boutta get tuck
And he was gone out the white don't fool him that drank
He gotta heavy that was giving, yes this fool good thang
But at yo house in yo trees was this nigga would beat
He caught a jacket, kidnapping going out for the cheese
So out there he came up find some victim ready for thang
Then he said stick em up bitch, or a nigga will hide ya
Them biggas blowin turn around you was ass out the ground
I know that nigga wasn't lookin for the trunk that he found
He told them lies bout the rob, rob that was his death
Now I'm in jail with no bail for protecting myself, damn!

(Chrous 2x)

(Verse 3)
Imma have to spit ya, gonna have to gon hit ya
Do what every takes for a matt, so make it bitch ya
You out here pushing birds, you already just tryna flirt (nigga)
I need to holla at you let ya drank off your words
Nigga straight up out the ? going straight in yo pockets
Niggas bout to watch this, Chat It can not be stop dat
Kinda fuck ya bigga that Imma kill ya
Gotta have yo back, blow it up, and pull the trigga
Nigga that some thug shit pimpin where out no love shit
Gotta keep it up shit fore I fuck you hard bitch
Don't you make yourself with yo face, now put the ground hoe
Don't you turn around of what's rounds that I will let go
Yea I got them scared I love to take yo charge, see
Jump out off the cheese, your keys that you can run free
Mane I'm out here taking a check I rob the dopeman
Less you bitches blowing the fast, I keep the mean blang