GoldLink - 202 lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah Ahh, yeah Whoa, damn, woo, yeah, yeah, okay Yeah, yeah [Chorus] Shooting ni**as when I'm twenty-two Palmolive keep my hands clean, ooh PalmPilot, color Crippy blue Ain’t no telling what they do to you I don't give 'em orders I just tell ’em, "Shoot the first ni**a that look just like you" I don't give a fu*k about the rules Even if I made 'em, I'ma break the rules [Verse] Big mood, I wear big shoes, keep a bad b*tch with some big b**bs I don't act up, I don't back up, if a ni**a talkin' crazy, slapped up Then wrapped up in the back trunk Ain't it funny-funny that I talk this crazy? Hang with Ricky like I’m in the ’80s, Freeway down the freeway Bumpin' old Nipsey off the replay, fat blunt (Woah), ass lumps (Woah) Oslo (Woah), wife goal (Woah), white girl (Yeah), small waist (Damn) Black girl (Wow), tight face (Woah), Hollywood, Inglewood Keep it hood, hood b*tch look like Meagan Good Keep the wood ready so we hoppin’ to it [Chorus] Shooting ni**as when I'm twenty-two Palmolive keep my hands clean, ooh PalmPilot, color Crippy blue Ain't no telling what they do to you I don't give ’em orders I just tell 'em, "Shoot the first ni**a that look just like you"

I don't give a fu*k about the rules Even if I made 'em, I'ma break the rules Shooting ni**as when I'm twenty-two Palmolive keep my hands clean, ooh PalmPilot, color Crippy blue Ain't no telling what they do to you I don't give 'em orders I just tell 'em, "Shoot the first ni**a that look just like you" I don't give a fu*k about the rules Even if I made 'em, I'ma break the rules [Outro] I don't get attention, no, I don't get attention I don't need your trippin', you always think I'm trippin', yah I don't give a fu*k about you, I just wanna lay you down I don't wanna take you to the sofa, wanna love you down I don't wanna take you down, baby girl is trippin', bruh I don't want attention, mane, I don't want attention, but I just want that Gucci Mane, I don't need no attention bae And I'm just supportin' mane, I don't want attention mane Baby girl thinkin' but haters start shakin', uh Haters start shakin', dawg, I don't need no attention, uh He don't got no patience now, he just get them racing 'round I don't have the patience and drug compliments it Yah, yah, yah (Yah, yah)