if I wasn't high, I'd pull your motherfucking brains out murderer [Hook] [Z-Ro:] Everyday I label my loot, leaving you ladies lonely I don't love pussy, I
[Z-Ro] I thought I had a lot of partnas, but I've only got some Since I can't depend on my niggaz, I put my faith up in my shotgun Rolling around in my
I don't give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't eat spinach I'
Z-Ro gon go to the stash I'm in and out of season hustling, addicted to cash I don't hustle for the fame, I don't hustle for the shine Cause that's
another way And ain't a day go by I don't wish I didn't have to miss my momma This ain't livin my nigga this just drama If only for the night when the
in the game, hoe ass niggas, hoe ass bitches Know I'm saying [Z-Ro] I'm still King of the Ghetto, ain't a damn thang changed Still sip out the prescription
with Z-Ro It's fa sho, to be a homicide tonight I be damned, if I let a motherfucker get out of line with me And I don't pull his co-tail, fuck around
insane in the brain, motherfuckers in my face Claiming that I owe them something mayn, don't let me catch no case I don't really give a damn about nothing
don't tease me bitch I'm put to put this log on you, from Michigan to Pamona Long as I got a rubber, Z-Ro gon bone a broad a day When I hit it, she gon
that I ever had don't deserve a fee It might be big and juicy, but it's full of S-H-I-T Stank bitch, I be damned if Z-Ro open up a door fo' you All you
I don't give a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach I'ma
made for a prison [Chorus] [Verse 3: Z-Ro] Too many motherfuckers so I'm a hate everybody I can hate and I don't give a fuck about nothin' fuck-a-nigga
in the pack What about my medical condition, it's some bullshit We don't give a damn if you die, one less nigger to deal with Ask me why, I don't give a
the R-a [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] I don't give a fuck, no mo' It's the nigga Ro, and I stay on dro Gotta have a crease, in my motherfucking clothes Standing
yo face up With a left, a right, I'm out-of-sight, I'm boss I don't give a fuck, you see me flippin when I floss Riding with the Trae, riding with the
a cage And I'm meaning what I scream, ain't no way to shut me up Till you put me in a grave, and nigga I don't give a fuck I'm a asshole [Hook] Fuck