[Intro]

Yeah, son

I don't give a squat hoot about shit, son

Been running the game from the jump, son

Yeah, let's go

[Hook]

SQUAT HOOT! (x3)

What it do

SQUAT HOOT! (x3)

What it do, what it do

[Verse 1]

I don't give a squat, I don't give a hoot

Get yo girl wet, like the morning dew

She gon give me neck, more checks than FedEx

Gettin' higher than Mt. Everest, son that's a bet

Rich white man Bruce Willis, it's going down like shot clock

Crunch time hustlin', I got foreign thots

Met at IHOP, so I wet I need a mop

Took 'em back to the crib, all they wanna do is bop

I'm all about my business, I'm a chedda fiend

Drop top six, custom some chrome with the cream

To forth to ZHG, put my gang on my back

Zero Hoots running shit, opposite of wack

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Smoking on a zip, zipper to a day

BP set up, the cups, let's play

I be from the Bay, the 408 zone

Come and get me boy, I bust yo dome

I'll fuck you up, you ain't bout shit

I be that white nigga, I be hitting licks (licks)

I be moving bricks (bricks), flippin by the pound (pound)

Boss living son, It's going down

[Hook]