Released on October 27, 2014

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[Verse]

I'm coming through the front, I ain't worried 'bout shit

Trying to harm me I leave his ass like a tip

I'ma tell you now, I'ma twist him like a hip

Then smoke a blunt by my motherfucking self

I don't give a fuck 'bout none of you here

Bitch, I only rap just to let you niggas hear

And when we do a show your fan base disappear

Bitch, I ain't lying I'ma keep it sincere

Bitch, since when could you chill up over here?

Bitch, hit the road like a motherfucking deer

Get hit too, shit bitch might as well

I don't even talk all a ho do is tell

I’m standing on a boat, finna set the damn sail

I burn incense because my brain likes the smell

She get a whiff and thought that it was a spell

I ain’t say, "Come," but she at the hotel

Fuck a nigga mean? Me and my niggas don't be fucking with niggas

We give no fuck 'bout none of you niggas or whoever with you

I pull up to my nigga then'll spark

Blunts already rolled, what the fuck a nigga thought?

East Memphis streets still burning damn hot

Police might as well live up on the damn clock

That's why I stay in the goddamn house

On the damn couch while I eat take-out

Text T.A. when the weed run out

Call T-Bo when we finna swerve out

I be on the beach feeling like a bird now

Smoking on a ounce on the roof of the house

Master Roshi tried to kick a nigga out

'Cause I had a sack I ain't tell his ass about

Bitch, you fucking know what the fuck do we about

Hollow Squad Blunts don't never fade out, bitch