Terius Nash - AK47 lyrics

[Intro] Westside in this motherf**er (die motherf**er die!) Cause it's Westside in this motherf**er! (yeah n***a, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1] You didn't ever give a f**, now I don't really give a f** You and your new n***a in that black truck I can't believe you tried to roll up on me like that Hearts like a black mask, you don't give a f** When you see me you go blast, you don't give a f** So I when I see you, I'mma mash, I don't give a f** And f** your new n***a, y'all know where I'm at [Verse 2] My father told me, "these b**hes breed envy" My momma told me, "put some tint on it" so they can't see me Instead of loving you, I'm out here finger f**ing semis Made a pact never let another b**h near me Now I keep another nine on me (you don't know about) And keep a lookout on the door like I'm in a dope house And this tech will make a n***a back up I'm trigger happy on the next b**hes trying to act up [Hook] Girl you remind me of my AK-47 'Chop, Chop', send the doc, to 211 Baby you hell, you used to feel like heaven (Man down) She gon' make sure I don't live to tell it Girl you remind me of my AK-47 'Chop, Chop', send the doc, 187 My daughter screamin' and 'pop', she still yellin' I'm tryna bust back homie, but this tech nine locked up on me My AK-AK-AK-uh (AK-AK-AK-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) [x2] [Verse 3] Get yo' money, gon' head shawty live it up And for a n***a that's half of me, give it up You gotta love it, had my heart up in rehab Peep back like 45 on yo' f**in' a** Now I'm back waving .45s at your f**ing a** Not literally speaking, but figuratively speaking Uh-oh look like you've seen a ghost On the Seventh Day He rose, Last Supper you motherf**ers [Hook] [Verse 4] She don't give a f**, shootin' in the crowd Don't care who she hurt, actin' all loud Inadvertently parties disperse She's k**ed us all, innocent ones fall She stands tall, she shot us down Lost it all, look at her now Old soul is like crabs in a barrel Pull this through the barrel [Hook] [Outro] And I miss you like being broke, no joke On my momma, this is the realest thing I ever spoke My AK-AK-AK-uh (AK-AK-AK-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh) Yeah And I miss you like paying taxes And you ain't foolin nobody Damn shawty why you actin' so dramatic?