Bitch I don't give a fuck about nothing

Another turkey in the oven with the powder and the stuffing (Ayy)

Bitch you know I like butter on my muffin

She a good girl now but they gon' turn her on to something (Ayy)

I'm a big dog (big dog), let my nuts hang (Nuts hang)

Got 'em pissed off (pissed off) 'cause my guns bang (Guns bang)

They run they lips off tryna run game, shoot 'em up, switch the weapon out like it's gun game

Remember that one time I thought I shot the neighbors

‘Cause I licked one through the wall while I was fuckin' with the banger

Seen the opposition, caught 'em slippin' on East Tabor

We just hit 'em with a laser and we stuck 'em for the paper (Ayy)

I just jotted down a clever composition, pull the lever and I sever competition with precision (Ayy)

I'm a veteran, a hitter on a mission (Yah)

A factor in the game, I'm just playin' my position

Rrr ayy ayy! And I'm back in the West with the pack and a vest, put the MAC to your flesh

Rrr ayy ayy! I'm pokin' holes in your chest, Lord knows that we fresh, tip-toe through the mess like

Ayy! Stick him like it's tic-tac-toe, we just stick him like it's tic-tac-toe

Where the six-pack go?

Stick 'em like it's tic-tac toe, but we just stick 'em like it's tic-tac-toe

But where the six-pack go?

Bitch I don't give a fuck about nothing

You can find me on the West Coast bumping, fingers twisted in the function (Yah)

Turn a four-course meal into a luncheon (Ugh)

When they pull up to the table get to dumpin' (Get to dumpin', ayy)

I'm with my G's, got the cheese for the piece

Caught 'em in the mousetrap, got the pees for the free

Little homie got the Z's and the D for the fiends

And your bitch is a cook the way she season the meat (Huh?)

I need it handled I could leave it to me

That saves me the grief and the fees, the leeches and fleas

To all a good night, to each a disease, I hope that you leave in your sleep bitch

Jesus I'm deep, there's no turning back (Nah)

I took it too far, how you think they'll react?

Fishtailed in the car, thank the stars I ain't crash (Skrrt)

Once your soul leaves your vessel, there's no turning back, that's a wrap

Rrr ayy ayy! And I'm back in the West with the pack and a vest, put the MAC to your flesh

Rrr ayy ayy! I'm pokin' holes in your chest, Lord knows that we fresh, tip-toe through the mess like

Ayy! Stick him like it's tic-tac-toe, we just stick him like it's tic-tac-toe

Where the six-pack go?

Stick 'em like it's tic-tac toe, but we just stick 'em like it's tic-tac-toe

But where the six-pack go?

Rrr ayy ayy! And I'm back in the West with the pack and a vest, put the MAC to your flesh

Rrr ayy ayy! I'm pokin' holes in your chest, Lord knows that we fresh, tip-toe through the mess like

Ayy!

And what it takes is a shock say the discovery of an 11 year old selling drugs on your street