Excuse me
Yeah, ayy

My auntie died in her sleep
Yeah, that shit fucked me up (damn)
And a couple day ones turned they back
I don't know who to trust
I don't know who to trust (uh-uh)
And I still don't give a fuck (don't give a fuck)

These niggas know what's up (what's up?)
These bitches know what's up (what's up?)
Got a couple IG hoes on my dick, but they know I can't cuff (uh-uh)
Got a couple IG hoes on my dick, they just good for some fuckin' (uh-huh, yup)
I'm hood rich livin luxury (yeah), I made it out the jungle (bitch)
I made it out the gutter, jumped up off the porch straight thuggin' (thuggin', bitch)
Yeah, I ran it up, before this shit got ugly (bitch)
And I got some young niggas they hotter than an oven (bitch)
Don't make me push that button, uh, rest in peace lil' buddy (R.I.p., yeah)
I don't give a fuck 'bout nothin' (uh-uh)
Shit, I don't even fuck with my cousin (Cutthroat, yeah)
Shout out to my mama, bitch, I'm a natural-born hustler, uh (yeah, bitch)
Yeah, I'm a bad motherfucker (yeah)
Got a hammer on me, can't touch this, nah (uh)
Ayy, shout out to my mama, bitch, I'm a natural-born hustler (on God)
Yeah, I'm still that lil' bad motherfucker, uh (you know it)
They still hatin' on me, I'm like what for? (What? Huh? What the fuck?)
What for? (Huh?) what for? (Huh?) what for? (Huh?)
Ayy, why these niggas hatin' on the kid? ('Cause)
Because my racks got big? (Yeah, racks)
Because I'm still fuckin' on this bitch? (Splash)
Because I got six whips? (Six)
Or because I got six watches (bling) to right along with that shit? (Yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I be poppin' on this shit (pop, yeah)
Bitch, I be poppin' my shit (pop, yeah)
These lil' rappers copy my shit (uh-huh)
Yeah, it look like it hit ten licks (ten)
Uh, I'm still tryna get another M
Still tryna put a baby up in Kareen
Yeah, I still regret a lotta little shit I did
And I still keep the steel right here on my hip (baow)
Bitch, I'm still gettin' rich (I am, bitch)
Uh, bitch, I'm still gettin' rich (yeah)
I'm a smooth lil nigga, I'm silk (woo)
Ayy, and I still don't show no sympth' (uh-uh, yeah)
My granny ain't raise no wimp (uh-uh)
And my granddaddy ain't play that shit
I made my first hundred, I was smilin' like rip
But it's Big Glock, bitch, and I ball over the rim (and I ball over the rim)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My auntie died in her sleep
Yeah, that shit fucked me up
And a couple day ones turned they back
I don't know who to trust
I don't know who to trust
And I still don't give a fuck

I don't give a fuck
Nigga
Yeah

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Writer(s): Markeyvius Cathey