words
12 in the morning, pop shells for a living
And berry gon' smell blood trail every minute
Rogue wave on you niggas, no fail when I hit 'em
Every time I see a pig, I don't hesitate to kill 'em
Ain't nobody give a *** about a rule
Either get diplomas or a tool, I'ma cool with my youngins
No bool when I'm sprayin', this K at you ***ers
*** a gang affiliated with nothing but my name
Man, I don't give a *** about a mother***in' po'
I'ma pull up with that stick and hit your mother***in' do'
Man, I don't give a *** about a mother***in' po'
I'ma pull up with that stick and hit your mother***in' do', yeah
People be starving
And people be killing for food with that crack and that spoon
But these rich mother***ers they stay eatin' good
Droppin' wage, livin' good
Holdin' steel Glocks, but you been a bitch, suck a thick cock
*** a Crip walk, hit the strip like in Bangkok
Never ever see me ever trip 'bout a lil' broad
See me on the TV screamin', "Bitch, you a damn fraud"
And you don't wanna *** with a chigga like me
When I pull up in that Maserati
Better duck 'fore ya brain splatter on the concrete
I'ma hit you with that .45, bullet hit yo neck round the bow tie
Lookin' like a thriller, film a bitch
I'ma go right back with the clip and I know you be shakin'
Don't test me or I might just click at your noggin
Man, I don't give a *** about a mother***in' po'
I'ma pull up with that stick and hit your mother***in' do'
Man, I don't give a *** about a mother***in' po'
I'ma pull up with that stick and hit your mother***in' do', yeah