Lyrics

[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 nigga, "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 nigga, better get him a headset You better stop bluffin', we know where that crib at I told my nigga 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 nigga 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 Nigga got robbed off them RP 30s The fuck did you hop in the streets for? You nervous Bitch-ass nigga, he thinkin' that he steppin' Both of my spiritual bitches got a dreamcatcher Rap nigga, 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, nigga, 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 nigga, we gon' hit up that Sprinter I like fentanyl, feel the itch I like seeing bodies, I'm sick Nigga, 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