Dat $tick (Clean)

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 Imma cool with my youngins No bool when im sprayin' This K at you fuckas Fuck a gang affiliated with nothing but my name Man I don't give a fuck about a motha fuckin po imma pull up with that stick and hit yo mother fuckin door Man I don't give a fuck about a motha fuckin po imma pull up with that stick and hit yo mother fuckin 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 dont wanna fuck with a chigga like me When I pull up in that Maserati better duck fore ya brain Splatter on the concrete imma hit you with that 45 Bullet hit yo neck 'round the bowtie lookin like a thriller Film bitch imma go right back with the clip in I know You be shakin dont test me bitch i might just click at yo noggin Man I don't give a fuck about a motha fuckin po imma pull up with that stick and hit yo mother fuckin door Man I don't give a fuck about a motha fuckin po imma pull up with that stick and hit yo mother fuckin door