Young Zee - f** Dat sh** lyrics

Ha, hahahahaha Hahahha, yeah [Young Zee] Zee, b**h I got no remorse Run up in the car lot like let me hold the Porsche Salesman claim ?poppin sh**? broke his jaw Whip the gauge out, me and Pace drove it off Yeah, cops say we do a drive by on y'all We n**gas from Bricks, we don't abide by the law When kids come quick, n***as will bust they chrome Tryin to take mine, 'cuz they just came home Tryin to take this LOOT, I'll follow ya b**h a** in a Lexus coupe Put one right up in ya Mecca suit If you with ya b**h, I'ma wet her too sh** n***as do where I live at YO It ain't a f**ing game like Tic-Tac-Toe n***as know tips, wanna get that dough Cops wilin' out makin sh** mad slow Keep a fo-fo... Chorus: Young Zee f** dat sh**, b**hes don't deal, wanna s** that dick n***as go k** wanna pump that sh** f**in new b**hes on ?ma**age type sh**? Trottin 'round screamin out "cops ain't sh**" f** dat sh** [Young Zee] You love it when its loose Zee?, no I love it tight You f** for a long time?, you motherf**in right We get no f** hoes, that get high off lye Down have it s**ed, get druken by ya side Blast anybody when we ride by your spot We could give a mad f** if y'all die or not The techs out the window turnin it loose Shells poppin out, that b**h burnin my goo Blaze y'all f*gs, stop, jump out the car and take y'all bags Jump back in the f**in jacked up Ac' Go around the block showin n***as your stacks Ya block got it back, this street war We breakin n***as legs, ?f**in ripped Keith's? jaw We got the street sweeper but it don't sweep floors n***as and b**hes betta lock your doors Keep a four-four Chorus