作曲 : Joshua Hamilton/Christopher Lindsey

I don't- I don't- I don't- I don't-

I don't give a **** if you don't like the shit I do

I could stomp a motha****a' out, blood on ma' shoes

I could leave you on the concrete, he look like a stew

Bitch I make a hit, every time I get up in the stu'

(Doomshop Motherfu-)

I don't give a **** if you don't like the shit I do

I could stomp a motha****a' out, blood on ma' shoes

I could leave you on the concrete, he look like a stew

Bitch I make a hit, every time I get up in the stu'

Yea' all these pussy niggas wanna be like mе

Playin' Pro Skater 4, sippin' Arizona tea

Got that Xbox, plugged into a C-R-T

Hit thе corner store, get a pack of purple Swisher Sweets

I'm a crazy ass nigga, I will kill yo' ass for free

Mongo told me "sip some lean" so it look purple when I pee

GODHAND, like Supreme, we might put you on a tee

Wearin' black and yellow Pumas, yeah they look like Bruce Lee

Yeah I'm smokin' marijuana bitch, I look like Jackie Chan

Got the choppa' on me, say hello t-to my little friend

Bought a 1.5, but I gave his ass a gram

Yeah, I sold him a vitamin, he thought was Ativan

I don't give a **** if you don't like the shit I do

I could stomp a motha****a' out, blood on ma' s- blood on ma' s-

Leave you on the concrete, he look like a stew

Bitch, I make a hit, every time I get up- get up- get up- get up-

I don't give a **** if you don't like the shit I spit

Brotha' stop bein' a bitch, tuck ya' dick and take a hit

This yo' life so get it how you want, sip it down and smoke a junt

Eat that shit until yo' gut explodes, I know yo' life is those

Pussy motha****as' and they feelings when I write

I'm the type to put my grubby fingers in it like a Dyke

Know a motha****a' better not ask me for ma' money

Know a motha****a' gettin' split tryna' take the star from me

Hit the corner store, I grab a 40, then I walk out

(Uh, sir, you forgot to pay for that!)

I'ma rock out with my cock out

P-Pop out with my Glock out, I'ma show you what these shots bout'

I'ma sodomize him with the blick, that boy a thot now

I don't give a **** if you don't like the shit I spit

Brotha' stop bein' a bitch, tuck ya' dick and take a hit- a hit-

Yo' life so get it how you want, sip it down and smoke a junt

Eat that shit until yo' gut explodes, I know- I know- I know- I know-

I don't give a **** if you don't like the shit I do

I could stomp a motha****a' out, blood on ma' s- blood on ma' s-

Leave you on the concrete, he look like a stew

Bitch, I make a hit, every time I get up- get up- get up- get up-