I don't give a fuck about these Nigga's or these hoes   Don't you ever, don't you ever   Make me spit on yo ass bitch!!! ahh-ha      Verse One:      Fuck them hoes, let 'em bounce   Known for kickin' bitches out, all they wanna do   Is sneak a blunt or two out yo house   Try to help us, with a plan guard yo grill and watch yo back   Bitches known for showin' other nigga's where you kick it at   Might be a hard head, might be a soldier thug   With a bitch got him sick, if he a sucker for love bitch   His nigga's better show him who unified   To get respect you got to play, watch them hoes step aside   Bitch! I'm just like you    Bitch! I smoke weed to   Bitch! I need gee'z so look   Bitch! I don't need you all y'all can suck my   I don't give a fuck! die! now bitch bye!   You blowin' my high!      Chorus:      I love myself, I hug myself an if   I had a pussy I fuck myself   See real ass nigga's don't fold to fold   Hit the mall buyin' clothes I dispose of broadz      Now who in the hell came here to stop me   I'm in the party ballin' with my posse ah-ha-ha   Now who in the hell came to get it started   I'm in the party ballin' with my posse ah-ha-ha   {2x}      Verse Two:      Fuck these nigga's who dropped me on my head   When I was younger, I did some wild shit   To make these nigga's wonder   Am I craze, or am I straight sick   Round with these fuckin' lunatic's    You talk shit! You get yo wig split!   If you wanna try me!   You must be ready to die bitch!   I ain't scared to die bitch!   Ya see it's just a hobby!   God gave me time, I was game from my birth   I couldn't let the shit go to waist   I had to put this shit to work   I'm just a ghetto ass nigga!   With the street knowledge I was gave!   You try to play! Run up on this 12-gage!   Hell nah! hit a tree, had to go help him up   You shouldn't have never fucked up!   Now you lookin' fucked up!    Blew his head clean off his shoulder   I was all ready gone, before anybody showed up   Got away clean, like some Jean's when you wash 'em   Trill ass soldier's ain't no way you can stop us Bitch!      Chorus      Verse Three:      I be bustin' nut's on yo baby mama, baby head   Why you be gangster, somebody got 'em keep 'em fed   When I fed to the point where I be bakin' bread   I mean fed to the point where I be servin' head   Now look, that don't mean I'm try'na sound bad and shit   When I stab that trick, you can have the bitch   Grab yo bitch, you need to try to train yo bitch   Tame yo bitch, 'cause she be runnin' game ya bitch   Now you all in a nigga grill, lookin' all swole   Picturin' how ya slipped off, trustin' in them hoes   No damn well, that yo Mom taught ya better 'cause   A bitch will get'cha killed if ya let her   That's why I love myself, I hug myself an if   I had a pussy I fuck myself   See real ass nigga's don't fold to fold   Hit the mall buyin' clothes I dispose of broadz      Chorus      Verse Four:      Punchin' got a long head   Ballin' keep my artillery   Gangsta so I'm a mission shit   Cap pilla I'm known for spittin' on bitches   Disrespectin' my mind, try'na play me soft and   At the same time bitch, you fuckin' with some ATL soldiers   Smokin' for free, and drinkin' for free nigga hell nah!   First ya got to take yo muthafuckin' draw's off   'cause real player's bout to lay the law down   You better draw the straw now, you done   Fucked Up'ed Now!   This how we do it in the A-T-L   For them hoes who think they pussy fire ass hell   Got a game for that ass big dick's to match   Don't have time for them hoes, who be try'na act   Ha Do it! get 'em shorty get 'em we ain't playin' with 'em   If you clockin' nigga spit 'em Nigga Spit 'Em!   Stupid ass hoes, be try'na act   But they switch up, bitch up and call ya back   Say what?   Stuipd ass hoes be try'na act   But they switch up, and bitch up and call ya back   Say what?   Stuipd ass hoes be try'na act   But they switch up, and bitch up and call ya back   And We! shake them hoes off what!   Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!   Nigga! shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!   Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off! My nigga   Shake them hoes off       Nigga we ain't got no love for these hoes,    These bitches swtich dick's like outfit's   Hoes, ya need to find another route   Figure that a nigga be thugged out   And we off in the club