Verse 1 -
I I'm hoodied up and my pants low, man I'm on my hood shit Shawty from the stuy that I'm fuckin' my hood chick Sour and haze man my homies go that good shit Sippin on that juice and gin (engine) nah really hood shit Know real who did a bid they come home and still gang bang lock fingers they pop they hit the block and they still slang See em' on the corner and they pushing bro aight' so, know they got the flame like a pyro If you want it's a wrap like a gyro Never shot a gun, nor' do I to Homies come though the hawk or the eagle Six feet deep while your leave you One clip gone wait for the sequel BANG! Watch on my wrist cost some Gucci my thighs cus' my trues I let em hang low.
I don't give a hold up imma hoodlum pants sag imma' hooldum posted on the block my homies imma' hoodlum I don't give a mother fucka' imma hoodlum x2
2 20Smoove: Momma' told me to stay street shit you gotta' play parts Come in that mini van, broad day let the K spark Fonto on my dick, but me alone it's just weed Half of niggas' ain't seen the shit that I seen Niggas started me with 2 grams I threw that shit on beam Triple that dream I could buy a jag green In my pocket thats cream gotta that shit by all means And that you gon lean a sniff you might feen Alrdy gangs' my team might get but just don't scream I see that chain let me get that piece run up on that nigga with that desert eag and it go BANG..bang bang Like the gang I nigga behave might yo grave So dont be brave,
I give a fuck hold up imma hoodlum ACG'S pants sag hooldum posted on the block with my imma' hoodlum I don't give a shit mother imma hoodlum x2
Verse 3 : I don't give a fuck mother fucka' I'm a I'm a christian but I don't fuck with pork just a muslim the d's fuck the ds if you fuck with the boys dont fuck with me All my dirty, all yo' niggas clean Told yo' she not my lover call her billy jean Yeah, I her billy jean They aint' about that life, they ain't about life Nigas think they drug cus' they bust a sale twice I was never soft, handleed all my issues Yo' niggas pointing fingers, my pointing pistols they got his man now, homie tryna' blame me How rico say it? die every day b!
I don't give a fuck hold up imma ACG'S pants sag hooldum posted on the block with my homies imma' I don't give a mother fucka' imma hoodlum x2