i dont give a fuxk bout da 808s

Even though I did say that shit, (Yeah) why did the **** cut me off?

Oh my g- (Man)

Too many Glocks when you hop out the Honda, ****, yeah, yeah (Hop out the bitch)

Too many sticks, bitch it's Cosmo and Wanda, ****, yeah, yeah (Too many sticks)

Pop out with Drac', I just might call Osama, ****, yeah (Pop out with that Drac', ****)

Don't tell me about the 808s

We just catch an opp, and then we close the case

We should go hit us a lick and go run a chase

These **** snitched on they partner, I call them Jace! (Snitch ass ****)

Yeah, we gon' take your ride, gimme that (Gimme that shit)

We just skrrt off in the Hemi-Cat, **** try? We gonna catch his hat, yeah, on gang (Fuck ****, on gang)

****, I'm takin' hoes in this whip

AR, that bitch can shoot out the hip

And it's blue in my pocket like Nip (It blue)

Bang 5, I know my partner a crip

Yeah, got love for him, he my brother

We just spin on they block with that cutter

I call DJae, we got the same mother

(Yeah, gang, yeah)

I put my all into this shit, ****

Crash the whip in a ditch, ****

You think you hard, but you a snitch, **** yeah, yeah, gang

**** ain't live by the code (He ain't live by the code)

I just got Arbutin, it get me in that mode, bitch

And y'all **** slept on me (Y'all **** slept)

Them **** said they creepin', they ain't crept on me yeah, yeah

**** I'm a real shooter, better prep on me, yeah

Gave you your Glock back, I shoulda kept homie (You shoulda kept that shit, fuck ****)

Bitch ass ****

Yeah, fuck **** (You shoulda kept that Glock ****, on gang)