[Intro]
I don't give a damn n***a ima do me
275 be the whole damn team (10x)
[Verse 1: Nell]
I don't give a damn n***a ima do me
The stick is equipped with the scope and the beam
Im after your dreams b**h don't fall asleep or you gon wake up with some blood on your sheets
I'm open the creeker the wouling, crawling, from the shadows of the darkness, falling, probably now and up to the movement
Calling them goons to run down on yo room
Got stuck in the doom, no calling for help
Hell is where yo body feeling
And now you repelling yourself, well, been as you catching shells unless for them dwellings
Spelling your fate, these n***as thinking they safe until i put them in they place
I'm up in his face, too, lil n***as be fake goonin, until straight [?]
But i'm just getting this cash, i look at it
I stepped on the gas, he [?], i'm leaving his a**, glocked, rocked, dropped off, [?], n***as hop then i stop
Im after the top and my n***as is with me
We coming like lambos chasing the jitney
Rember the whitney, no comparison
n***as is selling but i'm repelling it
Cuz i be that n***a with the drum, getting you slumped
Im off in the trunk, and getting a pump
You get what you want, i'm leaving you skunk
You don't want to see me go and get the tech, you catching the wreck
Im all in your chest, i'm off at your neck
Im down for the set
And we is the best
My n***a
[Hook]
I don't give a damn n***a ima do me
275 be the whole damn team (8x)
[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
You half a gram smoking a** n***as can't catch me
4 5 cal push ya a** into next week
Told my big n***as don't stress my lil n***as got em
Caught em at a red light, they shot away the damn problem
n***as wanna talk, but they really ain't bout it boy and if you want beef i turn ya a** into an almond joy
Chris f**ing Travis yeah boy i'm the truth
Traded all my damn d** for a f**ing rap booth
So i gotta get this money mane i gotta get this loot
If you f**ing with my money, you gon end up on the news
I done glorified violence it's the mother f**ing truth
Stay up out these f**ing streets boy that's worry to the youth
Cramped up in a honda, ain't no goddamn room
And i'm pourin up late, by the damn teaspoon
Disrespectful a** n***a, leave weed residue
In your mother f**ing whip
So yo mom embarra** you
b**h
[Outro]
I don't give a damn n***a ima do me
275 be the whole damn team (8x)