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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YG
YG
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Composer
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Composer
Ty-Ron Douglas
Ty-Ron Douglas
Composer
Sam Benson
Sam Benson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buddah Bless
Buddah Bless
Producer
Keith Dawson
Keith Dawson
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Nigga, we don't give no fuck Uh, nigga Nigga, we gon' come through with that hundred round, hoe And, nigga, your baby gon' be whining That's yours, nigga Yeah, I don't give no fuck, nigga Gangster shit One, one, one, huh Shoot up the spot Run from the cop Fuck on a thot Go rob the spot Go buy a watch Young nigga shit, we all we got, yeah (4Hunnid) Buy a drop Whippin' the rock, stash the dope, white in my sock I hope my ex get hit by a car Fuck that bitch, yeah I'ma burn your cap and fuck your friend, hoe I don't really smile, I just grin, hoe Touch you toes, bend it over I gotta burn your throat, or you gotta roll Ouu, what's up with that neck, hoe? Ouu, suck it 'till she got that strep throat Ouu, what's up with that check, hoe? I got it, main reason why I flex, hoe I'm with it all, always involved, pistol by my draws Hood nigga, in love, pistol with my broad Shake my head, I mean that nigga trip my car alarm Off that Patron, I be feelin' like, "Fuck all y'all!" Told that bitch don't trust me Told that bitch don't love me Told that bitch I'm ratchet Told that bitch just fuck me These popos and these rap niggas fuck with gangbangers and trap niggas I don't shake hands, I don't dap niggas I just hold this MAC, nigga Shoot up the spot Run from the cop Fuck on a thot Go rob the spot Go buy a watch Young nigga shit, we all we got, yeah (4Hunnid) Buy a drop Whippin' the rock, stash the dope, white in my sock I hope my ex get hit by a car Fuck that bitch, yeah I'ma burn your cap and fuck your friend, hoe I don't really smile, I just grin, hoe Touch you toes, bend it over I gotta burn your throat, or you gotta roll Go cath a body, lil' nigga, go hit a lick How the fuck you poppin' and ain't never pop shit? Either or, we ain't rockin' with it Get your noggin split Have your shit lookin' like a whip with no top on it Hopped right out on it Watch me take your hoe, nigga, it's a robbery Niggas sounding like me, why the fuck they mocking me? And I've been chasing dough and I can't let them follow me And if they go, we gon'— Shoot up the spot Run from the cop Fuck on a thot Go rob the spot Go buy a watch Young nigga shit, we all we got, yeah (4Hunnid) Buy a drop Whippin' the rock, stash the dope, white in my sock I hope my ex get hit by a car Fuck that bitch, yeah I'ma burn your cap and fuck your friend, hoe I don't really smile, I just grin, hoe Touch you toes, bend it over I gotta burn your throat, or you gotta roll (Fuck nigga!) You scared, I'ma bust your ass I make my haters mad They wish I was dead Run in the house, run in the house, run in the house Run up your bands, yeah Go put a scam, yeah .40 hangin' out my pants, yeah Shoot up the spot Run from the cop Fuck on a thot Go rob the spot Go buy a watch Young nigga shit, we all we got, yeah (4Hunnid) Buy a drop Whippin' the rock, stash the dope, white in my sock I hope my ex get hit by a car Fuck that bitch, yeah I'ma burn your cap and fuck your friend, hoe I don't really smile, I just grin, hoe Touch you toes, bend it over I gotta burn your throat, or you gotta roll
Writer(s): Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Sam Benson, Rayshawn Lamar Bennett, Tyron Douglas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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