[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ahh, yeah

Whoa, damn, woo, yeah, yeah, okay

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

Shooting niggas when I'm twenty-two

Palmolive keep my hands clean, ooh

PalmPilot, color Crippy blue

Ain’t no telling what they do to you

I don't give 'em orders

I just tell ’em, "Shoot the first nigga that look just like you"

I don't give a fuck about the rules

Even if I made 'em, I'ma break the rules

[Verse]

Big mood, I wear big shoes, keep a bad bitch with some big boobs

I don't act up, I don't back up, if a nigga talkin' crazy, slapped up

Then wrapped up in the back trunk

Ain't it funny-funny that I talk this crazy?

Hang with Ricky like I’m in the ’80s, Freeway down the freeway

Bumpin' old Nipsey off the replay, fat blunt (Woah), ass lumps (Woah)

Oslo (Woah), wife goal (Woah), white girl (Yeah), small waist (Damn)

Black girl (Wow), tight face (Woah), Hollywood, Inglewood

Keep it hood, hood bitch look like Meagan Good

Keep the wood ready so we hoppin’ to it

[Chorus]

Shooting niggas when I'm twenty-two

Palmolive keep my hands clean, ooh

PalmPilot, color Crippy blue

Ain't no telling what they do to you

I don't give ’em orders

I just tell 'em, "Shoot the first nigga that look just like you"

I don't give a fuck about the rules

Even if I made 'em, I'ma break the rules

Shooting niggas when I'm twenty-two

Palmolive keep my hands clean, ooh

PalmPilot, color Crippy blue

Ain't no telling what they do to you

I don't give 'em orders

I just tell 'em, "Shoot the first nigga that look just like you"

I don't give a fuck about the rules

Even if I made 'em, I'ma break the rules

[Outro]

I don't get attention, no, I don't get attention

I don't need your trippin', you always think I'm trippin', yah

I don't give a fuck about you, I just wanna lay you down

I don't wanna take you to the sofa, wanna love you down

I don't wanna take you down, baby girl is trippin', bruh

I don't want attention, mane, I don't want attention, but

I just want that Gucci Mane, I don't need no attention bae

And I'm just supportin' mane, I don't want attention mane

Baby girl thinkin' but haters start shakin', uh

Haters start shakin', dawg, I don't need no attention, uh

He don't got no patience now, he just get them racing 'round

I don't have the patience and drug compliments it

Yah, yah, yah (Yah, yah)