I don't give a f*** about these n****'s or these hoes
Don't you ever, don't you ever
Make me spit on yo a** b****!!! ahh-ha
Verse One:
f*** them hoes, let 'em bounce
Known for kickin' b****** out, all they wanna do
Is sneak a blunt or two out yo house
Try to help us, with a plan guard yo grill and watch yo back
b****** known for showin' other n****'s where you kick it at
Might be a hard head, might be a soldier thug
With a b**** got him sick, if he a sucker for love b****
His n****'s better show him who unified
To get respect you got to play, watch them hoes step aside
b****! I'm just like you
b****! I smoke weed to
b****! I need gee'z so look
b****! I don't need you all y'all can suck my
I don't give a f***! die! now b**** bye!
You blowin' my high!
Chorus:
I love myself, I hug myself an if
I had a p**** I f*** myself
See real a** n****'s don't fold to fold
Hit the mall buyin' clothes I dispose of broadz
Now who in the hell came here to stop me
I'm in the party ballin' with my posse ah-ha-ha
Now who in the hell came to get it started
I'm in the party ballin' with my posse ah-ha-ha
{2x}
Verse Two:
f*** these n****'s who dropped me on my head
When I was younger, I did some wild s***
To make these n****'s wonder
Am I craze, or am I straight sick
Round with these f*****' lunatic's
You talk s***! You get yo wig split!
If you wanna try me!
You must be ready to die b****!
I ain't scared to die b****!
Ya see it's just a hobby!
God gave me time, I was game from my birth
I couldn't let the s*** go to waist
I had to put this s*** to work
I'm just a ghetto a** n****!
With the street knowledge I was gave!
You try to play! Run up on this 12-gage!
Hell nah! hit a tree, had to go help him up
You shouldn't have never f***** up!
Now you lookin' f***** up!
Blew his head clean off his shoulder
I was all ready gone, before anybody showed up
Got away clean, like some Jean's when you wash 'em
Trill a** soldier's ain't no way you can stop us b****!
Chorus
Verse Three:
I be bustin' nut's on yo baby mama, baby head
Why you be gangster, somebody got 'em keep 'em fed
When I fed to the point where I be bakin' bread
I mean fed to the point where I be servin' head
Now look, that don't mean I'm try'na sound bad and s***
When I stab that trick, you can have the b****
Grab yo b****, you need to try to train yo b****
Tame yo b****, cuz she be runnin' game ya b****
Now you all in a n**** grill, lookin' all swole
Picturin' how ya slipped off, trustin' in them hoes
No d*** well, that yo Mom taught ya better cuz
A b**** will get'cha killed if ya let her
That's why I love myself, I hug myself an if
I had a p**** I f*** myself
See real a** n****'s don't fold to fold
Hit the mall buyin' clothes I dispose of broadz
Chorus
Verse Four:
Punchin' got a long head
Ballin' keep my artillery
Gangsta so I'm a mission s***
Cap pilla I'm known for spittin' on b******
Disrespectin' my mind, try'na play me soft and
At the same time b****, you f*****' with some ATL soldiers
Smokin' for free, and drinkin' for free n**** hell nah!
First ya got to take yo m****f***in' draw's off
Cuz real player's bout to lay the law down
You better draw the straw now, you done
f***** Up'ed Now!
This how we do it in the A-T-L
For them hoes who think they p**** fire a** hell
Got a game for that a** big d***'s to match
Don't have time for them hoes, who be try'na act
Ha Do it! get 'em shorty get 'em we ain't playin' with 'em
If you clockin' n**** spit 'em n**** Spit 'Em!
Stupid a** hoes, be try'na act
But they switch up, b**** up and call ya back
Say what?
Stuipd a** hoes be try'na act
But they switch up, and b**** up and call ya back
Say what?
Stuipd a** hoes be try'na act
But they switch up, and b**** up and call ya back
And We! shake them hoes off what!
Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!
n****! shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!
Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off! My n****
Shake them hoes off
n**** we ain't got no love for these hoes,
These b****** swtich d***'s like outfit's
Hoes, ya need to find another route
Figure that a n**** be thugged out
And we off in the club
Don't you ever, don't you ever
Make me spit on yo a** b****!!! ahh-ha
Verse One:
f*** them hoes, let 'em bounce
Known for kickin' b****** out, all they wanna do
Is sneak a blunt or two out yo house
Try to help us, with a plan guard yo grill and watch yo back
b****** known for showin' other n****'s where you kick it at
Might be a hard head, might be a soldier thug
With a b**** got him sick, if he a sucker for love b****
His n****'s better show him who unified
To get respect you got to play, watch them hoes step aside
b****! I'm just like you
b****! I smoke weed to
b****! I need gee'z so look
b****! I don't need you all y'all can suck my
I don't give a f***! die! now b**** bye!
You blowin' my high!
Chorus:
I love myself, I hug myself an if
I had a p**** I f*** myself
See real a** n****'s don't fold to fold
Hit the mall buyin' clothes I dispose of broadz
Now who in the hell came here to stop me
I'm in the party ballin' with my posse ah-ha-ha
Now who in the hell came to get it started
I'm in the party ballin' with my posse ah-ha-ha
{2x}
Verse Two:
f*** these n****'s who dropped me on my head
When I was younger, I did some wild s***
To make these n****'s wonder
Am I craze, or am I straight sick
Round with these f*****' lunatic's
You talk s***! You get yo wig split!
If you wanna try me!
You must be ready to die b****!
I ain't scared to die b****!
Ya see it's just a hobby!
God gave me time, I was game from my birth
I couldn't let the s*** go to waist
I had to put this s*** to work
I'm just a ghetto a** n****!
With the street knowledge I was gave!
You try to play! Run up on this 12-gage!
Hell nah! hit a tree, had to go help him up
You shouldn't have never f***** up!
Now you lookin' f***** up!
Blew his head clean off his shoulder
I was all ready gone, before anybody showed up
Got away clean, like some Jean's when you wash 'em
Trill a** soldier's ain't no way you can stop us b****!
Chorus
Verse Three:
I be bustin' nut's on yo baby mama, baby head
Why you be gangster, somebody got 'em keep 'em fed
When I fed to the point where I be bakin' bread
I mean fed to the point where I be servin' head
Now look, that don't mean I'm try'na sound bad and s***
When I stab that trick, you can have the b****
Grab yo b****, you need to try to train yo b****
Tame yo b****, cuz she be runnin' game ya b****
Now you all in a n**** grill, lookin' all swole
Picturin' how ya slipped off, trustin' in them hoes
No d*** well, that yo Mom taught ya better cuz
A b**** will get'cha killed if ya let her
That's why I love myself, I hug myself an if
I had a p**** I f*** myself
See real a** n****'s don't fold to fold
Hit the mall buyin' clothes I dispose of broadz
Chorus
Verse Four:
Punchin' got a long head
Ballin' keep my artillery
Gangsta so I'm a mission s***
Cap pilla I'm known for spittin' on b******
Disrespectin' my mind, try'na play me soft and
At the same time b****, you f*****' with some ATL soldiers
Smokin' for free, and drinkin' for free n**** hell nah!
First ya got to take yo m****f***in' draw's off
Cuz real player's bout to lay the law down
You better draw the straw now, you done
f***** Up'ed Now!
This how we do it in the A-T-L
For them hoes who think they p**** fire a** hell
Got a game for that a** big d***'s to match
Don't have time for them hoes, who be try'na act
Ha Do it! get 'em shorty get 'em we ain't playin' with 'em
If you clockin' n**** spit 'em n**** Spit 'Em!
Stupid a** hoes, be try'na act
But they switch up, b**** up and call ya back
Say what?
Stuipd a** hoes be try'na act
But they switch up, and b**** up and call ya back
Say what?
Stuipd a** hoes be try'na act
But they switch up, and b**** up and call ya back
And We! shake them hoes off what!
Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!
n****! shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!
Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off! My n****
Shake them hoes off
n**** we ain't got no love for these hoes,
These b****** swtich d***'s like outfit's
Hoes, ya need to find another route
Figure that a n**** be thugged out
And we off in the club