(Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn)
I can't give a f*ck
You blew up, that's crazy luck
I've seen people on the street in a Tonka truck
Get robbed for a pack, that'll lock them up
That's sad
One more charge, you ain't finna bounce back
Got these pies in a bag, we gon serve em in the back
17 years already on track
To be touching these cucks
Stand on my money Kareem on the bucks
Touch on my family, you finna get touched
Had a () on me active, I'm f*cking him up
Buddy, don't fantasize bout this shit cause you know that you finna die
On my soul, baby girl, that's a 49
Baby girl, don't be touching my 49
Yo, keep running like Usain on the track
Keef pushing all the bags in the back
It's something funny about these rappers that act, they drowning themself in they muhf*ckin act
It's plain and simple
Young Akii. on the rise and we been knew
Pretty ass hoe, I kin you
Pretty ass hoe, and she been knew
I was f*cking now I'm late to the venue
But I still put on a show because I can do
Something that these rappers really can't do
In your head everyday, like Cantu
Can't you see that I been grew
Make a..
One more threat and I'll fight you
Made a diss track, put it on iTunes
Huh
Pussy ahh
Play wit meh
I never had a third eye before!