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 f k about a rule

Either get diplomas or a tool

Imma cool with my youngins

No bool when im sprayin'

This k at you f kas

F k a gang affiliated

With nothing but my name

Man I don't give a f k about

A motha f kin po,

Imma pull up with that stick and hit

Yo mother, f kin door

Man I don't give a f k about

A motha f kin po,

Imma pull up with that stick and hit

Yo mother, f kin door

People be starving

And people be killing for food

With that crack and that spoon

But these rich mothaf kas

They stay eatin' good

Droppin' wage livin good

Holdin steel glocks but you

Been a b h suck a thick cock

F k 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 f k

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 b h imma go right

Back with the clip in I know

You be shakin dont test me

B h I might just click at yo

Noggin

Man I don't give a f k about

A motha f kin po,

Imma pull up with that stick and hit

Yo mother, f kin door

Man I don't give a f k about

A motha f kin po,

Imma pull up with that stick and hit

Yo mother, f kin door