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  Ayy, nigga, I know you care about
  Gosha and pretty things, but
  But can you tell me what you dont give a fuck about, nigga?
  Like, what don’t you give a fuck about, nigga?
  I dont give a fuck about... hmm, shit
  Ayy
  Nice chain, red Balmains 
  Chain swang, like Pretty Things 
  Kick a bitch, call me Liu Kang 
  Dumb bitch, give me dumb brain, yuh
  Wrist wet, wet like rain 
  Nike Swoosh, White Cocaines 
  Iceberg, thats Gucci Mane 
  Tall racks like Yao Ming 
  Fuck school, I’on fuck with rules 
  Laid back, nigga, always keep a tool 
  You a pussy nigga, you a fuckin fool 
  Wait, hold up, ayy, ayy
  Pull up in some shit thats automatic 
  Hit you with some shit thats automatic
  All that hating must be bad for your spirit
  Bitch you fake, you bag, I wouldnt wear it
  Thats why I’m where the money at, cross me once and I’m comin back
  Think this bitch wanna see me dead, ’cause Im in a Porsche now, Pontiac
  Thats why Im always by myself