I Don’t

Lyrics

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg] Rose Gold A.P., 200 plain I don't know what that is, Youngsta, my shit bang My shit bussin, my shit flooding Tell you something 'bout them three big letters, we getting money I want a hundred now, used to run shit down Used to be half bows, now it's 200 pounds I can hit the hound, with beans and blicks Ten thou to a bitch if she seeing me kiss Another ten to her friend, who be all on my dick If she ain't on her second Benz, she don't know me at all Keep it real with me, we used to fuck with the dawg Now I'm screaming "hell na, this nigga the law" And if they don't want it hard, I'm sending it soft To all my niggas on the yard, all this shit is for y'all Get here in a hurry, fake pages be trippin They playing me dirty, but I'm still fucking they bitches Lou, I miss you, my nigga At the trap I'm with Diddy Bring me 5 thousand I'm going for 50 Order five bottles of spade, I'm doing it pissy How you duck all them raids wasn't in the city I don't trust no bitch And I don't tolerate ho shit But if I'm rich, then nigga, my ho rich And if I'm lit nigga, we both lit I don't trust no nigga Show you how to make a hundred thou in four minutes I mix wives with gold diggers, dawgy a cold nigga Used to fuck with your ho, nigga I don't got no nigga I don't give no fuck Stars in the Rolls truck, ran me four bucks She a good bitch, how when I'm beating her down? Remember Skeet on the pound, remember boy eating chow? [Verse 2: Blac Youngsta] I don't trust no ho You know me and gang'nem getting birds on the low Rest in peace to Shawty Lo, put my dough on the floor I was fast bricks they thought it was some blow No, don't give no fuck, that's why I come outside with my tooly tucked I'm a lethal weapon, fuck with me, somebody gon' come shoot you up Niggas sending shots, I'm sending shots back out a dually truck You got smoke with me, I sware to God, you won't know who to duck When they took my guys, that there hurt my pride Ain't no need to jump off my ride if you ain't gon' slide On that demon shit, late night shit, creeping, bumping Plies Death before dishonor, fuck with me, somebody die Homicide, we them guys, ain't gon' stop til they free the guys Niggas ain't solid, they turned the phones off, tried to leave the guys But we ain't trippin, you know me and gang'nem sitting courtside Send them lil pussys stopping this smoke we don't let it slide I bought an A.P. for my lil bitch, took her off welfare Pay for her ass and her tits, but I don't dare care Real made man, you know mama raised a hustler I was the one sellin' work, never been a customer Play with me, on sight, I shoot you down, I ain't tryna tussle He shoot with the switch, ain't got shit to say, I ain't no fusser You know we kick you out the camp quick, if you turn buster No, I ain't got no love for no motherfucker sucker