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