[Intro]
Yeah, son
I don't give a squat hoot about shit, son
Been running the game from the jump, son
Yeah, let's go

[Hook]
SQUAT HOOT! (x3)
What it do
SQUAT HOOT! (x3)
What it do, what it do

[Verse 1]
I don't give a squat, I don't give a hoot
Get yo girl wet, like the morning dew
She gon give me neck, more checks than FedEx
Gettin' higher than Mt. Everest, son that's a bet
Rich white man Bruce Willis, it's going down like shot clock
Crunch time hustlin', I got foreign thots
Met at IHOP, so I wet I need a mop
Took 'em back to the crib, all they wanna do is bop
I'm all about my business, I'm a chedda fiend
Drop top six, custom some chrome with the cream
To forth to ZHG, put my gang on my back
Zero Hoots running shit, opposite of wack
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Smoking on a zip, zipper to a day
BP set up, the cups, let's play
I be from the Bay, the 408 zone
Come and get me boy, I bust yo dome
I'll fuck you up, you ain't bout shit
I be that white n***a, I be hitting licks (licks)
I be moving bricks (bricks), flippin by the pound (pound)
Boss living son, It's going down

[Hook]