[Hook]
I got my bucket low like f** it tho
(f** it tho)
[Verse 1]
Ain't got respect for no cop
Ain't got respect for no b**h
I'm on a money making mission runnin that till I'm rich
I ain't referring to Doritos but I'm bagging them chips
I got a b**h from Puerto Rico and she rolls up my spliffs
I be like f** it tho, I wish a n***a would
New York City born and raised but overseas I'm feeling good
Mix that hash with a little bit a weed
Mix the lean now I'm living in a dream
Crazy n***a like Charlie Sheen
Hat so low I can't see these, please
Haters these b**hes, these goofy a** n***as
They say that they with ya but they out to get ya
These b**hes I get take off like a missle
I use em, I blow em, throw out like a Tissue (You gone)
She wanted it all, but I gave her a little
She wanted my balls, but I gave her my pickle
Ain't talkin no story ain't givin no riddle
Just spread it wide open and jump in the middle
I'm tasting her p**y, that's my little skittle
My City go hard, never gone change I was raised in the middle (Harlem) My City go hard, never gone change I was raised in the middle
[Hook]