You tryna argue with me on the phone and shit, I don't really got no time for that, listen, listen

I don't really give a fuck what a bitch say

Ha ha ha, OE, for real

Fuck you hoes and you bitches

I'm too gangsta for this, y'all suspicious

I'm ridin' round the land with that, on my lap, on my bully

Aye, aye, somebody go get Blapped, not too fond of a bird

Fuck whatever she say

Aye, I just hit the E-way

Hold on, let me, let me hit my **** EJ

I'm talkin' bout that E and J, I'm not fuckin' with nobody

Uhh fuck you ****, aye, fuck you hoes

I'm bout to and hit the road, I'll lane change

****, don't believe me, watch this

And I don't mind bein' on you **** opp list

I might pull up on that block with that cuete

Like, lo que estas mirando, ese

Knock him out, he on his ass, he need some leche

Who the fuck you think you is, bitch, El Jefe

Mama been told me, stop fuckin' with these heifers

Tryna come under my wing, all you could get is lemon pepper

And bout mine, you gon' die bout my cheddar

You got Blick, I got Blick, bitch, it's whatever

Ride around the city with the Mac on my lap

And even if you don't bang, better keep you a strap

Wait, cause **** will take your life just like that

And where you goin, bitch, you ain't comin' back

Wait, better stay dangerous, ****, please do not lack

And yes, it's true, ****, you'll die over a hat

OE and plus the bitches here a get you packed out or whacked

He lost his life all because her ass fat

I don't really give a fuck what a bitch say

And you **** cause you **** be bitch made

I don't really give a fuck what a bitch say

And you **** cause you **** be bitch made

Run up on me wrong, you might have problems with the shit

Go up in her phone, you might have problems with the bitch

Feelin' like MC Hammer cause I'm too legit to quit

These **** always talkin' all that shit, they ridin' dick

Ridin shotgun, that powerbomb'll knock you out in no time

You **** bitch made, runnin your mouth, but you ain't hard to find

Playing tug of war, daring a motherfucker to cross the line

Pistol, a sapiosexual, it'll blow your mind

I be slidin, glidin, two-steppin

These **** bump their gums, but forget that I got my weapon

I ain't trippin' bout you ****, I'm dancin' with the Glock in my hand

I'd rather do the Glock cause I'm already knowin' it's not gon' jam

OE, she eat me up like Hannibal Lecter, silencin' all the lambs

These **** think they pushin' that work, but only sellin' a gram

You not the man you claimin' that you is, and I don't understand

And still, middle finger to Uncle Sam, cause I don't give a damn

OE, put the gun down and squabble up

I'ma really have to call your bluff, I don't think you that tough

You can push your luck if you wanna

Show you what a real savage like

Make you call the quits when you had enough

I don't give a fuck where you from

Yeah, I said it, ****, you thought I was finna run

I really hit the gangsta boogie with a smile on my face

Please don't make me shoot up the place I'm havin' fun

I don't really give a fuck what a bitch say

And you **** cause you **** be bitch made

I don't really give a fuck what a bitch say

And you **** cause you **** be bitch made

I don't really give a fuck what a bitch say

And you **** cause you **** be bitch made

I don't really give a fuck what a bitch say

And you **** cause you **** be bitch made