Lyrics What We Doin' - Fetty Luciano, Casanova

What We Doin'

Murder on my mind, nigga what we doin'?
You got your gun, I got my gun, nigga what we doin'?
You with ya gang, I’m with my gang, nigga what we doin'?
You GS9, in due time, nigga what we doin'?
Slide on 'em, ride on 'em, let that four-fifth fire on 'em
Slide on 'em, ride on 'em, let that four-fifth fire on 'em
Don’t need a hundred rounds, I got two shots
Hit him two times, pull up on your crew block
Don’t need a Rowdy Rebel to get you shot
I told Cas that I gotta bring the ooo wa
Grab my gun, go get the car
If they outside, we gon hit 'em all
Hug your granny, go kiss your moms
This 40 on me, he won’t see tomorrow
Slide on 'em, ride on 'em, let that four-fifth fire on 'em
Slide on 'em, ride on 'em, let that four-fifth fire on 'em
I grab the baby, he like «what you doin'?»
I’m on a mission, nigga what you doin'?
It’s money on his head, nigga what we doin'?
That nigga want him dead, nigga what we doin'?
Let him live for what?
He fuckin' telling
Hit him in his gut, hit his fuckin' melon
Free Dip, Free Snipe, that’s all I’m yellin'
If they tell me to shoot, I’m sending you to heaven
Where the clip, for the strap, gotta reload that
Stuart Little, little nigga, you a known rat
Real niggas in the street don’t condone that
I fuck with 50, not Kanan, I’ll explain that
Tariq a rat, send that nigga where his sister at
Murder on my mind, nigga what we doin'?
You got your gun, I got my gun, nigga what we doin'?
You with ya gang, I’m with my gang, nigga what we doin'?
You GS9, in due time, nigga what we doin'?
Slide on 'em, ride on 'em, let that four-fifth fire on 'em
Slide on 'em, ride on 'em, let that four-fifth fire on 'em