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Written by：Hott LockedN/NLE Choppa
All these hoes
We gon' give these hoes one song
Worried 'bout none of these hoes
All them Instagram posts n**ga you ain't gon' drop nothin'
Drop
All that pistol totin' sh*t n**ga you ain't gon' pop nothin'
Pop
What you got on a mask for n**ga You ain't gon' rob nothin'
Rob
In the middle of the club don't give no f**ks n**ga we gon' knock somethin'
Grrah
And I got that thirty on me n**ga what you talkin' 'bout
You talkin' 'bout
In the middle of the club n**ga what We gon' rock out
Gon' rock out
We don't give no f**ks n**ga what Bring them cocks out
Them cocks out
Got the sticks in the trunk n**ga what Bring the block out
That block n**ga
Now she all in her feelings b**ch what Keep on callin' me
She callin'
And she get on my nerves b**ch block you can't follow me
Can't follow me
And that ho Alicia from the Westside n**ga been had that
Been had that
And that ho lil' Heidi from the Eastside n**ga been smashed that
Been smashed that
And that ho be brazy from the Southside the whole gang had that
Been had that
I got an athlete named Musu he ain't never had that
Hell nah n**ga
And I walk in the deal with it on me I don't give a f**k 'bout none of these hoes
F**k 'em
And I'ma go f**k up the money I don't give a f**k 'bout none of these loads
F**k it
Just got another show n**ga just f**ked another ho
Just poured another four n**ga inside another four
These n**gas be hoes and act like I don't know
Okay
Lil' n**ga it's sure have them young n**gas kick in your door
And I got that thirty on me n**ga what you talkin' 'bout
You talkin' 'bout
In the middle of the club n**ga what We gon' rock out
Gon' rock out
We don't give no f**ks n**ga what Bring them cocks out
Them cocks out
Got the sticks in the trunk n**ga what Bring the block out
Block out
And I got that thirty on me n**ga what you talkin' 'bout
Talkin' 'bout
In the middle of the club n**ga what We gon' rock out
Gon' rock out
We don't give no f**ks n**ga what Bring them cocks out
Them cocks out
Got the sticks in the trunk n**ga what Bring the block out
Ayy
We ain't thinkin' 'bout this sh*t we just gon' get into it
On God
That n**ga say he wanna kill me b**ch come and do it
Come do it b**ch
And put that thirty to his mouth if he ain't speakin' fluent
Hrrt
I got some Grape Street n**gas Crippin' in Cali and Newark
Yeah yeah
I put a Curry on my Rondo but I shoot like Harden
On God
B**ch I was spitting on the teachers up in kindergarten
B**ch
I earned my rank up in my gang like a f**kin' sergeant
Real streets yeah yeah
I caught him lackin' up at Walmart bet I hit my target
Yeah
I put a n**ga in the sky give him jet lag
Jet lag
Shooting fetish with this chopper get a toe tag
Yeah
A n**ga heartless they be asking where my soul at
It's nowhere
A n**ga play then I'ma put him in a bodybag
Yeah yeah
And I got that thirty on me n**ga what you talkin' 'bout
You talkin' 'bout
In the middle of the club n**ga what We gon' rock out
Gon' rock out
We don't give no f**ks n**ga what Bring them cocks out
Them cocks out
Got the sticks in the trunk n**ga what Bring the block out
Block out
Now she all in her feelings b**ch what
Keep on callin' me
And she get on my nerves b**ch block
You can't follow me
And that ho Alicia from the Westside n**ga been had that
That ho lil' Heidi from the Eastside n**ga been smashed that
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