12 in the morning
Pop shells for a living
And berry gon' smell blood
trail every minute
Rogue wave on you niggas
no fail when I hit em
Everytime I see a pig
I don't hesitate to kill em
Ain't nobody give
a fuck about a rule
Either get diplomas or a tool
Imma cool with my youngins
No bool when im sprayin'
This K at you fuckas
Fuck a gang affiliated
with nothing but my name
Man I don't give a fuck
about a motha fuckin po
imma pull up
with that stick and hit yo mother
fuckin door
Man I don't give a fuck
about a motha fuckin po
imma pull up
with that stick and hit yo mother
fuckin door
People be starving
And people be killing for food
With that crack and that spoon
But these rich mothafuckas
they stay eatin' good
Droppin' wage livin good
Holdin steel Glocks but you
been a bitch suck a thick cock
Fuck a crip walk hit the strip
like in bangkok
Never ever see me ever
trip bout a lil broad
See me on the tv screamin
bitch you a damn fraud
And you dont wanna fuck
with a chigga like me
When I pull up in that Maserati
better duck fore ya brain
Splatter on the concrete
imma hit you with that 45
Bullet hit yo neck
'round the bowtie
lookin like a thriller
Film bitch imma go right back
with the clip in I know
You be shakin dont test me
bitch i might just click at yo noggin
Man I don't give a fuck
about a motha fuckin po
imma pull up
with that stick and hit yo mother
fuckin door
Man I don't give a fuck
about a motha fuckin po
imma pull up
with that stick and hit yo mother
fuckin door