We Don't Give A Fuck About You
๐ต 2016 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:37 duration
๐ ID: 13934983
๐ Lyrics
We, we don't give a fuck about you
Your homey on the block can get it too
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your
crew, before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my niggaz come through
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster
Yeah!
I come creepin through your hood in the dead of the night boy
It's good that you ain't scared to die cause you might boy
Nigga cross the line, and my wolves'll jump on you
The beef escalate, they'll be back to dump on you
They follow orders, I tell 'em to let off that pump at you
Before you snitch, yeah see I know what you chumps'll do
Sunny day, hot fudge, vanilla banana split
Four niggaz in a whip, AK banana clip
War time, frontline, nigga ride or run and hide
Everything alive dies, why ask why? Why cry
Man up, chump, worryin is for the weak
You could hold your own or get left for dead in the street
Yeah, yeah
In the hood when I pop up, minked up and rocked up
Niggaz ice grill cause these O.G.'s is washed up
I got a left like, Winky Wright
My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life
Niggaz scheme but they sweeter than, cookies'n'cream
Homey I got more blocks than Hakeem the Dream
That ain't taskforce money, that's real police
I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend Denise
Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two
Nigga what my dope goin fo', 62, c'mon! A gram
Try to jux and you hoods get catscans
Uhh, Banks
I got a crew of schitzos behind me, I give 'em the word
They'll wet your whole block up, like the tsunami
Try me, and your mami'll be right in the lobby
And they'll be feedin you Jello, like you're Bill Cosby
Yeah everybody yellin yeah, so the beef cook
Then somebody gets hit in the melon, then they tellin
Don't go tongue lashin we pull it
Niggaz'll put stabs in your boy like Brad Pitt in Troy
Be shakin like a cutty, with his last bit of boy
And I'll be calm cause there's bulletproof glass in the toy
Yeah I'm flashy as fuck, mashin with Buck
Windows up blowin big cause there's stash in the truck, what?
Your homey on the block can get it too
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your
crew, before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my niggaz come through
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster
Yeah!
I come creepin through your hood in the dead of the night boy
It's good that you ain't scared to die cause you might boy
Nigga cross the line, and my wolves'll jump on you
The beef escalate, they'll be back to dump on you
They follow orders, I tell 'em to let off that pump at you
Before you snitch, yeah see I know what you chumps'll do
Sunny day, hot fudge, vanilla banana split
Four niggaz in a whip, AK banana clip
War time, frontline, nigga ride or run and hide
Everything alive dies, why ask why? Why cry
Man up, chump, worryin is for the weak
You could hold your own or get left for dead in the street
Yeah, yeah
In the hood when I pop up, minked up and rocked up
Niggaz ice grill cause these O.G.'s is washed up
I got a left like, Winky Wright
My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life
Niggaz scheme but they sweeter than, cookies'n'cream
Homey I got more blocks than Hakeem the Dream
That ain't taskforce money, that's real police
I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend Denise
Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two
Nigga what my dope goin fo', 62, c'mon! A gram
Try to jux and you hoods get catscans
Uhh, Banks
I got a crew of schitzos behind me, I give 'em the word
They'll wet your whole block up, like the tsunami
Try me, and your mami'll be right in the lobby
And they'll be feedin you Jello, like you're Bill Cosby
Yeah everybody yellin yeah, so the beef cook
Then somebody gets hit in the melon, then they tellin
Don't go tongue lashin we pull it
Niggaz'll put stabs in your boy like Brad Pitt in Troy
Be shakin like a cutty, with his last bit of boy
And I'll be calm cause there's bulletproof glass in the toy
Yeah I'm flashy as fuck, mashin with Buck
Windows up blowin big cause there's stash in the truck, what?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.61] We, we don't give a fuck about you
[00:15.20] Your homey on the block can get it too
[00:17.81] Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your
[00:21.82] crew, before I put a hit out on you
[00:25.24] Before I let my niggaz come through
[00:28.49] Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster
[00:32.58] Yeah!
[00:32.97] I come creepin through your hood in the dead of the night boy
[00:35.06] It's good that you ain't scared to die cause you might boy
[00:37.60] Nigga cross the line, and my wolves'll jump on you
[00:40.44] The beef escalate, they'll be back to dump on you
[00:43.44] They follow orders, I tell 'em to let off that pump at you
[00:45.97] Before you snitch, yeah see I know what you chumps'll do
[00:48.79] Sunny day, hot fudge, vanilla banana split
[00:51.59] Four niggaz in a whip, AK banana clip
[00:54.00] War time, frontline, nigga ride or run and hide
[00:56.89] Everything alive dies, why ask why? Why cry
[00:59.87] Man up, chump, worryin is for the weak
[01:02.15] You could hold your own or get left for dead in the street
[01:04.99] Yeah, yeah
[01:06.10] In the hood when I pop up, minked up and rocked up
[01:29.23] Niggaz ice grill cause these O.G.'s is washed up
[01:32.01] I got a left like, Winky Wright
[01:34.86] My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life
[01:36.80] Niggaz scheme but they sweeter than, cookies'n'cream
[01:39.57] Homey I got more blocks than Hakeem the Dream
[01:42.30] That ain't taskforce money, that's real police
[01:45.04] I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend Denise
[01:47.61] Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two
[01:50.31] Nigga what my dope goin fo', 62, c'mon! A gram
[01:53.59] Try to jux and you hoods get catscans
[01:58.92] Uhh, Banks
[02:24.03] I got a crew of schitzos behind me, I give 'em the word
[02:25.30] They'll wet your whole block up, like the tsunami
[02:26.64] Try me, and your mami'll be right in the lobby
[02:28.95] And they'll be feedin you Jello, like you're Bill Cosby
[02:31.10] Yeah everybody yellin yeah, so the beef cook
[02:33.63] Then somebody gets hit in the melon, then they tellin
[02:36.02] Don't go tongue lashin we pull it
[02:38.66] Niggaz'll put stabs in your boy like Brad Pitt in Troy
[02:41.32] Be shakin like a cutty, with his last bit of boy
[02:44.56] And I'll be calm cause there's bulletproof glass in the toy
[02:47.11] Yeah I'm flashy as fuck, mashin with Buck
[02:49.99] Windows up blowin big cause there's stash in the truck, what?
[02:53.76]
[00:15.20] Your homey on the block can get it too
[00:17.81] Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your
[00:21.82] crew, before I put a hit out on you
[00:25.24] Before I let my niggaz come through
[00:28.49] Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster
[00:32.58] Yeah!
[00:32.97] I come creepin through your hood in the dead of the night boy
[00:35.06] It's good that you ain't scared to die cause you might boy
[00:37.60] Nigga cross the line, and my wolves'll jump on you
[00:40.44] The beef escalate, they'll be back to dump on you
[00:43.44] They follow orders, I tell 'em to let off that pump at you
[00:45.97] Before you snitch, yeah see I know what you chumps'll do
[00:48.79] Sunny day, hot fudge, vanilla banana split
[00:51.59] Four niggaz in a whip, AK banana clip
[00:54.00] War time, frontline, nigga ride or run and hide
[00:56.89] Everything alive dies, why ask why? Why cry
[00:59.87] Man up, chump, worryin is for the weak
[01:02.15] You could hold your own or get left for dead in the street
[01:04.99] Yeah, yeah
[01:06.10] In the hood when I pop up, minked up and rocked up
[01:29.23] Niggaz ice grill cause these O.G.'s is washed up
[01:32.01] I got a left like, Winky Wright
[01:34.86] My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life
[01:36.80] Niggaz scheme but they sweeter than, cookies'n'cream
[01:39.57] Homey I got more blocks than Hakeem the Dream
[01:42.30] That ain't taskforce money, that's real police
[01:45.04] I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend Denise
[01:47.61] Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two
[01:50.31] Nigga what my dope goin fo', 62, c'mon! A gram
[01:53.59] Try to jux and you hoods get catscans
[01:58.92] Uhh, Banks
[02:24.03] I got a crew of schitzos behind me, I give 'em the word
[02:25.30] They'll wet your whole block up, like the tsunami
[02:26.64] Try me, and your mami'll be right in the lobby
[02:28.95] And they'll be feedin you Jello, like you're Bill Cosby
[02:31.10] Yeah everybody yellin yeah, so the beef cook
[02:33.63] Then somebody gets hit in the melon, then they tellin
[02:36.02] Don't go tongue lashin we pull it
[02:38.66] Niggaz'll put stabs in your boy like Brad Pitt in Troy
[02:41.32] Be shakin like a cutty, with his last bit of boy
[02:44.56] And I'll be calm cause there's bulletproof glass in the toy
[02:47.11] Yeah I'm flashy as fuck, mashin with Buck
[02:49.99] Windows up blowin big cause there's stash in the truck, what?
[02:53.76]