Letras
Stone cold in my face
Got 'em blade up in my jeans
Why they hitting up my phone
All ways cappin' what you need
Why you step all alone
Hammer hit off the chrome
What that feeling in my bones
Keep on moving or they clone
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
'Til they gone I don't care
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
I don't care
Don't hit my phone
I don't care
I don't care
I don't
That's why you a bitch homie, see it in your face
Yuh, bloodhound my dogs
Could smell pussy miles away, aye
Bloodshot my eyes, high could see right through the fake
Yuh, slip up and you die boy you one step from a grave
Tr-tr-trynna keep my family fed
I know that's why they hate
Cause most niggas some bums, rather starve then take a plate
Boy run me my 1's, will not leave without a fade
Dust up and you done, in a ditch is where you lay
Think that gun strap on my waist keeps the shut up with his lip
Boy you make me sick, need a stick to get respect
Thats why he tuck a nine with a muzzle on the tip
And why I ball my fists, I'd rather swing then clutch a grip
Real shit, yuh
Stone cold in my face
Got 'em blade up in my jeans
Why they hitting up my phone
All ways cappin' what you need
Why you step all alone
Hammer hit off the chrome
What that feeling in my bones
Keep on moving or they clone
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
'Til they gone I don't care
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
I don't care
Don't hit my phone
I don't care
I don't care
I don't
In the jaws of the beast
Keep it walking in this shit