Lyrics
I don't care about shit so what
So I told that bitch what's up
And now that nigga stuck
Put his ass in my blunt
And you know that shit some runtz
Me and gang outside all day, we might spin your block for fun
You know I'm about it
I got a glock with a switch for anyone who want smoke
I know they doubted me when I said I'm on top but nigga I already know
Your bitch keep callin me I already told her once, I dont want her she is a hoe
And you keep on talking, if you wanna kill me then nigga just let that shit blow
Bitch you a rat, we know you be fucking with twelve
I be hangin with them killas, and they up outta they cell
Come and say hi to my choppa! I know it's gonna ring a bell
If that boy wanna try me, you better wish that nigga well
I'm the Grim Reaper I'll send you to hell
Gang giving out bullets like it was a sale
I'm trying to get high nigga fuck that scale
Smoke the whole pound all by myself
You a bitch nigga we can tell
Said you a bitch nigga we can tell
Thats why I stay by myself
All y'all niggas fake as hell
I don't care about shit so what
So I told that bitch what's up
And now that nigga stuck
Put his ass in my blunt
And you know that shit some runtz
Me and gang outside all day, we might spin your block for fun
Yeah, me and my gang we gon spin ya block we gon come get you
Me and my gang we gon dump these glocks at these lil pussy niggas
Chilling with his hoe and that lil bitch said pull the trigger
I just wanna go home, I wanna go count a bag
I'll go fuck on that lil bitch I know her nigga mad
Doing like two eighty in this school zone think I hit ya dad
Shit I think I hit ya sister, oh shit lil bitch my bad
He wanna cut me out the picture, but he ain't got no racks
I don't care about shit so what
So I told that bitch what's up
And now that nigga stuck
Put his ass in my blunt
And you know that shit some runtz
Me and gang outside all day, we might spin your block for fun
Writer(s): Rachelle Waters
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