(Verse 1)

Uh

Give a shit ‘bout your bitch

Rather face a spliff

Lick some Molly off a nun

Watch me take a trip

Get a grip

Mu'fuckers talk a lot of shit

Hit the strip, off the shits

Probably pull a modest bitch

38 x 32, old Perry Ellis

Feeling booshie, hi-tech

& some Amaretta

But Im ratchet with the ratchet

Just might clap ya

Curving bitches like that nigga from the Clippers curved the Mavericks

It’s ecstatic how I’m tragic when I’m smashing on these hoes

Give a fuck about the fashion nigga you whack and fuck ya clothes

They just biting piranhas

I’m probably jamming Nirvana

Cause shit these days the same and I ain’t really fucking with none of it

I hate going to shows

Nigga fuck yo’ event

Unless I’m getting the check

Till then I ain’t doing shit

Poppin’ seals with my trills

Got that gas is inevitable

No niggas trapping for real

They get that mail and they letting ‘em go

(Outro)

I’m tired of these niggas talking like they doing something

Nigga I don’t even talk, am I doing something?