Dat $tick - Rich Brian, Pouya, Ghostface Killah

12 in the morning

Pop shells for a living

And berry gon' smell blood trail every minute

Rogue wave on you niggas no fail when I hit 'em

Everytime I see a pig, I don’t hesitate to kill 'em

Ain’t nobody give a fuck about a rule

Either get diplomas or a tool

I’mma cool with my youngins

No bool when I’m sprayin'

This K at you fuckas

Fuck a gang affiliated with nothing but my name

Man I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po

I’mma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' door

Man I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po

I’mma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' door

People be starving

And people be killing for food

With that crack and that spoon

But these rich mothafuckas they stay eatin' good

Droppin' wage livin good

Holdin steel Glocks but you been a bitch suck a thick cock

Fuck a Crip walk hit the strip like in Bangkok

Never ever see me ever trip bout a lil broad

See me on the TV screamin' «bitch you a damn fraud»

And you don’t wanna fuck with a chigga like me

When I pull up in that Maserati, better duck fore ya brain

Splatter on the concrete, I’mma hit you with that 45

Bullet hit yo neck 'round the bow tie, lookin' like a thriller

Film bitch I’mma go right back with the clip in I know

You be shakin' don’t test me or I might just click at yo noggin

Man I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po

I’mma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' door

Man I don’t give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po

I’mma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' door