Hakuna Matata

I got no love for these hoes No love for these hoes Boy I got no love for these hoes I got no love for these hoes I got no love for these hoes Ran up a check it was me and my brother We did it together I got him forever Keep a Beretta cause I'm having cheddar If she 10 or better I F like the letter I'm getting paid off of all my endeavors They mad and they jealous they ain't on my level Foot on the pedal had brunch with the devil I rock heavy metal I'm hot like the kettle Whoa Way too blessed to ever think bout selling my soul Riding with the pole residue in the bowl We was cooking that yola 187 on 441 better keep your gun Better keep your gun yeah Aye aye Flew to Bahamas in Louis pajamas was eating frittatas Hakuna Matata Hopped out the whip it's a button to start her I could go in sport but I don't even bother If they want problems then we can kill all them I cook all the beef like it's carne asada Call me don dada I call up my shattas They came for to slaughter I came for your daughter She said she want get acquainted Picasso her face how I paint it Hit is block then stain it yeah He died cuz he hesitated The knife on the end of my stick it's serrated I don't put on off white no more that shit dated Yeah Dorian broke my heart back when we dated So I got no love for these hoes Yeah I show no love for these hoes Ran up a check it was me and my brother We did it together I got him forever Keep a Beretta cause I'm having cheddar If she 10 or better I F like the letter I'm getting paid off of all my endeavors They mad and they jealous they ain't on my level Foot on the pedal had brunch with the devil I rock heavy metal I'm hot like the kettle Whoa Way too blessed to ever think bout selling my soul Riding with the pole residue in the bowl We was cooking that Yola 187 on 441 better keep your gun Better keep your gun yeah Iced out my caller draft pick I'm a baller Just hit her and told her I'd call her She know that's a lie Only thing that I supply her is dick Don't hit my phone up you crying and shit Crazy you think that I'm buying you shit If you ain't sucking dick then bitch why are you here Just bought a stick that bitch came with a cooler kit Glock got a switch boy don't die bout a bitch Ran up a check it was me and my brother We did it together I got him forever Keep a Beretta cause I'm having cheddar If she 10 or better I F like the letter I'm getting paid off of all my endeavors They mad and they jealous they ain't on my level Foot on the pedal had brunch with the devil I rock heavy metal I'm hot like the kettle Whoa Way too blessed to ever think bout selling my soul Riding with the pole residue in the bowl We was cooking that Yola 187 on 441 better keep your gun Better keep your gun yeah Aye