Pouya - Dat $tick (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Rich Chigga] Man, I don't give a f** about a mothaf**in' po I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherf**in' do' Man, I don't give a f** about a mothaf**in' po I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherf**in' do' [Verse 1: Rich Chigga] Don't give a f**, poppin' bottles in the club Tryna f** Atlanta b**h but let her lick the p**y up Turn your b**h into a dyke, finna need her baptized Pool full of liquor, finna dive in her eyes b**h I don't care, finna f** a b**h with no protection I be ignant Pray to God I'ma die with my nine on my side Mothaf** cops, bustin' like a pork, better hide Put my dick in her mouth, call that sh** a metapo Cigarettes to my lungs 'til I let the pistol go Liquor to my eyes, tell me what you wanna do 'Fore I k** you in the street with the rest of your crew I did this, you know this, the mark on my shoot With a bullet grazin', I almost took my life Forgot what day feels like, I only live at night Like a bat, not a rat, never die where you at, hoe [Verse 2: Pouya] I can't see, walk, talk then stray, hoe breakin' Ain't nothin', the energy I generate The underground underdog 'bout to fall off Into another generation I was workin, bussin' tables, now I got my own squid on the plate f** the fame, baby, I don't wanna live in L.A Back to the M-I-A to the M-I Gon' lay with a ho, face in the coke lines Toe taggin' rappers thinkin' that they're snappin' Goin' bar to bar with me is suicide You or I, do or die, baby, don't even worry about who am I Bank account go stupid now You should know about the whip situation (aye) Tour been feelin' like a damn vacation Germ f**ed up, woke up not knowin' where he at You was blacked out in the damn basement [Hook: Rich Chigga] Man, I don't give a f** about a mothaf**in' po I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherf**in' do' Man, I don't give a f** about a mothaf**in' po I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherf**in' do' [Verse 3: Ghostface k**ah] Yo, I don't give two f**s, I blow big bucks Strip club, white p**y marks on my black tux 'Cause after the party's the hotel lobby And that b**h gonna give me more head than Steve Harvey I keep a duffle bag, not like the money team All coked out on a scale of a triple beam Nah mean? f** a team of guerrillas Silverback stomp out your gang of chinchillas Shoot case, military scopes Korean shotty up the sleeve of my coat Each slug is like one big egg roll Impact, you could lose half of your leg, bro 'Cause we don't play those games Franco hit the deck, click, clack, take aim Guns never jam, we don't waste rounds Best shot's behind the ear like chhhk BOW [Hook: Rich Chigga] Man, I don't give a f** about a mothaf**in' po I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherf**in' do' Man, I don't give a f** about a mothaf**in' po I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherf**in' do' (yeah)