| You didn’t ever give a fuck, now I don’t really give a fuck
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| You and your new nigga in that black truck
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| I can’t believe you tried to roll up on me like that
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| Hearts like a black mask, you don’t give a fuck
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| When you see me you go blast, you don’t give a fuck
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| So I when I see you, I’mma mash, I don’t give a fuck
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| And fuck your new nigga, y’all know where I’m at
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| My father told me, «these bitches breed envy»
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| My momma told me, «put some tint on it» so they can’t see me
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| Instead of loving you, I’m out here finger fucking semis
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| Made a pact never let another bitch near me
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| Now I keep another nine on me (you don’t know about)
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| And keep a lookout on the door like I’m in a dope house
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| And this tech will make a nigga back up
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| I’m trigger happy on the next bitches trying to act up
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| Girl you remind me of my AK-47
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| 'Chop, Chop', send the doc, to 211
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| Baby you hell, you used to feel like heaven
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| (Man down) She gon' make sure I don’t live to tell it
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| Girl you remind me of my AK-47
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| 'Chop, Chop', send the doc, 187
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| My daughter screamin' and 'pop', she still yellin'
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| I’m tryna bust back homie, but this tech nine locked up on me
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| My AK-AK-AK-uh (AK-AK-AK-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh)
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| Get yo' money, gon' head shawty live it up
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| And for a nigga that’s half of me, give it up
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| You gotta love it, had my heart up in rehab
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| Peep back like 45 on yo' fuckin' ass
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| Now I’m back waving .45s at your fucking ass
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| Not literally speaking, but figuratively speaking
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| Uh-oh look like you’ve seen a ghost
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| On the Seventh Day He rose, Last Supper you motherfuckers
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| She don’t give a fuck, shootin' in the crowd
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| Don’t care who she hurt, actin' all loud
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| Inadvertently parties disperse
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| She’s killed us all, innocent ones fall
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| She stands tall, she shot us down
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| Lost it all, look at her now
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| Old soul is like crabs in a barrel
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| Pull this through the barrel
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| And I miss you like being broke, no joke
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| On my momma, this is the realest thing I ever spoke
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| My AK-AK-AK-uh (AK-AK-AK-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) Yeah
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| And I miss you like, they ain’t touchin' with you
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| And you ain’t foolin nobody
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| Damn shawty why you actin' so dramatic? |