(intro)
Show out, yeah, yeah, {dhayesproductions}
(verse 1)
I remember back in high i was the cash cow (uh huh)
Now in college with the thotties i got the bag now (cash)
n#gg#s tried to rob me now they in the ground (p#ss#)
All my opps is dead, homie there’s no beef around (where they at)
Round up the shooters, get on the computer
Fake #ss gangsters know we ain’t stupid (cb4)
Saw lil hottie at her job, didn’t know she worked right at hooters (yum)
Go free gang, tell them feds to send my brothеrs right on home (free my n#gg#s)
Found out he testify, spin thе courthouse 44 to his dome (bang, bang bang)
Lil shawty gave me her number, man i feel accomplished (she what)
Asked her on a date, took her to baskin robbins (okay)
She said she loves cake, in the bed she kept on ridin (got her pregnant)
Baby on the way, come to find out i’m not the father (damn)
(hook)
I don’t worry about a thang cuz i’mma
Show out {ye know}
Could give a f#ck about a gang i’mma
Show out {ye know}
In the club with the baddies i’mma
Show out {ye know}
Dropped a bag on that #ss had her
Show out {ye know}{repeat}
(verse 2)
In the club they had my album on repeat (on repeat)
All i get is gifts, blessings from g.o.d (thank you lord)
Man i swear that i didn’t miss a beat (memories was heat)
Met a chick yesterday and i had on her knees {yeah hoe}
I’m og, in this thing, and i show out for my team (you know)
All red is what i bleed, had the lazers and the beam
12 years in i made the scene
Best rapper from indy
The da calls for my id (david)
(hook)
I don’t worry about a thang cuz i’mma
Show out
Could give a f#ck about a gang i’mma
Show out
In the club with the baddies i’mma
Show out
Dropped a bag on that #ss had her
Show out {repeat}
(verse 3)
I-i-i’m tired of you rappers with this sneak dissin
Not one bar you said that i ain’t missin
All you n#gg#s straight cappers man i don’t get it
Maybe i’m too old for this pretending
(verse 4)
But if you want this beef then let’s get this started
Soa ain’t a gang man that sh#t sounds retarted
Spin his block with my gang and get this party started
We in this b#tch deep and this n#gg# just farted
(hook)
I don’t worry about a thang cuz i’mma
Show out
Could give a f#ck about a gang i’mma
Show out
In the club with the baddies i’mma
Show out
Dropped a bag on that #ss had her
Show out {repeat}
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