[Verse]
Don't give a fuck, I'll shoot at the crowd
Got a two-tone Glock, that bitch look like a cow
I told that n***a, "Stop internet bluffing, you better go home and take care of that child"
I got a Lamb' truck, said, "Fuck a Masi'"
Fifty K on me with switch in my pocket
Got a lot of Drac', ain't talking 'bout Aubrey
We meet your man anywhere, I'm Young Joc-ing
While lot of drip on, bitch wanna fuck, make the bed wet
Hit her off the top, I been that
Internet n***a, better get him a headset
You better stop bluffin', we know where that crib at
I told my n***a better keep that forty on him
Whole lot of blue, walk around with the Corbin on me
Front door move, we don't gotta put a shorty on him
All of the shit that I did, only Lord knows
Heard cuz was hot and he tippin', that's how he got whacked
Four-five with a switch, bitch hit like a MAC
Set him up, get cool do one of the tats
He think he incredible, turn him to Jack-Jack
Shootbaby servin'
Got rich as a bitch, now I'm fuckin on nurses
Oh, that n***a dead? Yeah, we did it on purpose
Maybach truck and my house got the same curtain
Give me that Drac', I'll show you how the thing work
Shotgun open his head like a brain surgeon
N***a got robbed off them RP 30s
The fuck did you hop in the streets for? You nervous
Bitch-ass n***a, he thinkin' that he steppin'
Both of my spiritual bitches got a dreamcatcher
Rap n***a, we gon' shoot up that C7
I think the whole TSF got a lean fetish
Uh, by C Road, meet me by the liquor
Smokin' on, damn, I don't remember
Fuck a stepper, we got serial killers
I know a white bitch named Emma
Bitch in her feelings, she listen to SZA
Homes, you a bitch, never been a killer
On the run from probation and Rent-A-Center
Bitch gave me five bands, tryna pimp her
Bitch gave me five Xans, I don't remember
Sent me her Cash App, I ain't trickin'
This ain't McDonald's, we got McChicken
I don't like gloves, n***a, I'm a rinser
Xanman wild, catch me off a dipper
I'm doin' dippers with my bitch Marissa
I ain't buyin' a bitch, I'll rent her
Rap n***a, we gon' hit up that Sprinter
I like fentanyl, feel the itch
I like seeing bodies, I'm sick
N***a, my grandmother like Prince
Drum on a Glock, we gon' set like this
I ain't teach my son 'bout Lilo and Stitch
I taught my son 'bout a big-ass switch
I taught my daughter how to NaeNae and Whip
I taught my daughter to pull out the fifth
Well grandad, I was in jail with a knife
My daughter too pretty, she gon' be a dyke
My son gon' be a shooter with some stripes
[Outro]
Damn, I'm fucked up for real
I'm too rich to thinkin' like that, but
Damn, I don’t give a fuck