F.B. CrazyI don't give a *, bitchNextCan't get rightThen you gettin' leftThen you gettin' leftYou tryna make me mad about a bitchDon't give a *, I got racksJohnny's comin' through the frontDon't give a *, I'm out the backBitch looked at my wristShe said, ooh, he in his bagWhen I put up in that *She said, ooh, that's not a jabShe got on top of my dickAnd she rode it mighty fast* a runner, put a mirror onHaters big madBeat the pussy so goodBitch had a whiplashNigga out the Glock on himHe damn near had a hot flashI'm too much of a jointAnd you can't top thatIf we see some shots at himThey gon' say,Send the cops backThey ain't really like thatIn the county, JI heard you was a J-catNigga got up on youCan you tell him you ain't say that?Tops got up on youWith them GlocksYou ain't spray backStop, bitchAll up on my dickTold her, get backUntil I put that Henny in my systemHad her runnin' lapsWhen I pop up on the sceneBetter pay me my respectBut you think this Glock *I ain't wearin' by no threatsTalk to funk, bitchStop doin' all that poppin'And do textHow the * you broke, bitch?You got a pussy in the neckBitch said I'm childishCause I broke up with herThrough a textI don't give a *, bitchNextCan't get rightThen you gettin' leftThen you gettin' leftIf a bitch can't get rightThen best believe she gettin' leftAnything you ownBitch in the box to the leftBut you are not BeyonceYou can get some dickBut you could not be my fianceIf you wanna be my bitchIt's goin' my wayIf not, * itYou can hit the highwayWe done spent againAnd againAnd againThey don't hang outShe said where the trophies in the cityI had to pop outTiny J, he can handle itThat nigga dropped outMy tiny did him scandlessAnd wore they block outShe looked at my fitShe said I'm a bitchShe said, ooh, you on the *She r-set up, I did my *She said, ooh, you got dickHe on the phone all day with the bitchSimpI got 15 bitches on my rosterPimpWhy that nigga never come aroundSnitchWhy the hoes can't see me up in trafficTentWhen I pop up on the sceneBetter pay me my respectWhat you think this Glock for?I ain't wearin' by no threatsTalk to Bonk, bitchStop doin' all that poppin'It's through textHow the * you broke, bitch?You got a pussy in the neckBitch said I'm childishCause I broke up with herThrough a textI don't give a *, bitchNextCan't get rightThen you gettin' leftThen you gettin' leftYou gettin' left, bitch