Get out

Woah, I don't give a f*ck about you I don't give a f*ck about me Only on the come up to be cool In this world we're all fucking thieves I got bags now,I got bags now,I got bags now I got bags now,I got bags now,I got bags now Come up, oh my god put that shit on my mom Oh my god, I don't got no flaws I might run your shit I might beat your pause I might hit that shit I might hit it raw I might hit that hoe I might get it caught Yea,I use logic That's my only DAW Can't trust nobody Because they're always wrong What's the deal What's the deal What's the deal Yea, for real, yea for real Bitch, I'm off the pills It's for real What's the deal How you feel My shit is hot and I don't even smoke I know niggas out here selling dope for the low It's how it go I don't like to act up But I can't hold it in no more That's how this shit just go