Neva Cared

Haha I need a baby bib to keep my fuckin' lungs from collapsing Bitch Goofy ass nigga, man Just roll a Bibby up, boy, this that gas Slid through the 6 and put lil' Calvin on his ass He dissin' on the net, he gon' need a body bag Y'all look up to lil' fooly, that boy fruity, he a fag They speakin' on Big Ralo, Bibby a bitch, I can't be mad I ain't goin' out like Teki, that won't be me, that shit sad We gon' camp out on his block, at the Silver Star, then blast Don't try to run 'cause I'ma hawk you Bitch, these .223s too fast, ayy Send a vet to get you, make sure they put him on a stretcher I can't go like Teki, damn, I heard that boy got wet up Bitch, you know I'm not sweet, got bucked, he should be fed up Niggas wanna hang, but they big dawg just won't let 'em And I smoke what's-his-name, bro 'nem made his ass cheddar That nigga run his mouth too much, that nigga dead, now I feel better Boy, you know we snatchin' chains, you a stain, gotta do better He tried to squash the beef, that shit Bibs, he wrote me a letter But I ain't squashin' shit, so when I catch him, he gon' get wet up That nigga tryna send a ho, but I can't go there, it's a setup I'ma greenlight that boy block Swear I won't stop, nah, I won't let up I'm gon' hop up out the car, make sure he drop, so we go get him, damn Never care so much, we roll up Bibs, just pass him up Lil' Teki died, them boys ain't slidin', ain't addin' up Get call your phone, he walkin' home, he dead or what? Shh, ain't in the air, this gas or what? He'd still be alive right now, if you Run now, these gettin' turned to dust Bibs don't hit no more, so I dropped lil' T up in my Dutch Might put eight inside this Backwood, this shit gas or what? Pull up on me, I'ma body you up Okay Nigga know how we fuckin' rockin', nigga We that nation, Ralo-way shit, fuck a nigga Nigga already know how we fuckin' rockin', nigga 6K shit, fuck Fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout? 50 Racks, 20 dead niggas On gang On gang, bitch ass nigga Glock, that nigga run, Deshawn gon' knock him out his socks