I don't give a fuck
[Verse 1: Tuff Tone]:
Oh boy, nigga, I don't be playin' them games
Oh boy, I'll come sprayin' them thangs
Oh boy, I pull thangs like Jesse James or John Wayne
Nigga might blow out ya brain
Oh boy, I don't give a fuck
Oh boy, we coming in them big black trucks
Oh boy, y'all motherfuckers better duck
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy
[Verse 2]:
In my hometown, gettin' rich, hammer thrown down
At first, we couldn't rap, bet you want me on your songs now
And when it's drama with yo features, you see it's copious 'Ks
We hit yo block three deep, will leave you smokin' for days
Grown up, kill any nigga that shown up
Just label me "A young ass nigga that just don't give a grown fuck"
You wanna grim, but up close you turnin' ya head
You try whatever you want, yo pеoples gone be lеarnin' ya dead
Drop a G down, you fade me, I'm gone roll the dice
Loads them clips up, hop out the truck and I'm gone blow this pipe
It's all gone stop, right here, right now
What you hope? You fucked up
You look up, I'm gone be on the scope
[Verse 3: Tuff Tone]:
Oh boy, I'll put cement on ya feet
Throw you in a lake 'bout 35 deep
I'm cutthroat, please believe me
I'll put a hole in ya head the size of a CD
Y'all young ass niggas can't fuck with Tuff
My game is tighter than police handcuffs
I'll pull up, get out, shoot you right in ya mouth
I'll boot up, suit up, come right in ya house
Anybody in that bitch, yo, I'm takin' 'em out
Police outside, I gotta make it to the ride
I gotta leave these niggas bloody like a maxi pad
There he go, put they brains on the flo'
Shouldn't have never tried to play Tuff like a ho'
Uh huh, high-speed fuckin' chase
Police behind me, I'ma give 'em a hell of a race
Straight to the crib, oh boy
You know I'm dumpin' out the window with that toy
Them niggas tried to take me out
I'ma tell these niggas "I ain't going to jail, I'd rather go to hell"
Nigga, I be comin' through
It's like a true [?]
With my motherfuckin' tool, y'all can't fuck with me
Oh boy, nigga, we roll in a Range
Oh boy, everywhere we go, I got that thang
Oh boy, I got that raw spot
Oh boy, I got that yay spot
Oh boy, I got the weed spot
But if you need, come holla at Tuff
Nigga, you know how it is
Nigga, this ain't no moutherfuckin' bluff
Nigga rollin' on the 20-inch wheels
Nigga popped 'bout 3 esctasy pills
Niggas like "Tuff Tone, chill!"
I'm in the titty bar smackin' hoes
They like "What's wrong with this nigga? He got on Iceberg clothes"
Nigga, fuck you, fuck you, and fuck her
Oh boy, I don't be playin' them games
Oh boy, I'll come sprayin' them thangs
I'll pull thangs like Jesse James or John Wayne
?Blue up in ya clothes, sweat blow out ya brains?
Oh boy, I don't give a fuck
I'm comin' with them toys in that four black trucks
Oh boy, I'll stick 'Ks in ya butt
When you see Tuff Tone, please be ducked
[Verse 4]:
Oh boy, a missing tooth with this stainless steel, nigga
Off the rip, flip the clip in, it's even field, nigga
One hand on the Glock, one hand on the wheel, nigga
Takin' ecstasy pills, breakin' big bills, niggas
Pop a bottle, pop a dollar, when I holla at a hoe
Drop a dollar if she looking like whoa
Oh boy, I'm a boss and a floss off, niggas
For the Dead Presidents, I'ma Set It Off, niggas
You got birds in ya residence? Then pay the cost, nigga
I'm a Chedda Boy, forever, boy
I like to floss, niggas
Stainless steel Rolex, look like [?], nigga
Tell a bitch to boss up, cause I'm a boss, nigga
I drink 'til I throw up, smoke a whole O up
All eyes on us when we roll up
Tint and 20-inches on the Rover
You a thug, so what?
You know what? I keep a 4-5 and some big bucks
I'm a Chedda Boy, you not, nigga, so what?
Oh boy, you play pussy, then you get fucked
[Verse 5: Chedda Boy Malik]:
Small-time, [?] runners, they all mine
The war is on, so when you in sight, I draw 9s
I made shots, kicked down doors, and razed spots
Haters and fake hustlers is what made the gauge hot
You get it off my hand, a couple thou' lied off yo man
You claim to be hard, but, bitch, you know you soft as sand
AR-15s with beams and thangs
Dre, Tuff, and Lik hop out the Range and heat scenes and thangs
Y'all come cold, but you know we come with hotter joints
I thought you knew, PBI, we bust with hollow points
They tellin' me before succeed that you must fail first
You goin' to heaven, fuck with me, you gone go through hell first
[Verse 6: Jess James]:
Oh boy, is that bird or a plane?
Y'all motherfuckin' blind, that's Jesse James
You better get the fuckin' boy
Will come and take that chain
Or take that 'caine
Or maybe put a slug to ya brain
Oh boy, that nigga lost his mind
Oh boy, I think that come from 15 years on the grind
Cause at the age 13, he popped his first 9
Put a little bitch down, went to jail for the first time
Oh boy, he been a menace ever since
Detroit boys is down, we been winnin' ever since
And I heard he got connects from here to Oakland and Arizona
But, damn, I heard homicide want him
But it ain't shit to a boss, pay the fines and costs
Knowing Jesse James, he'll probably pay the fuckin' judge off
Oh boy, ain't nothing like hav-in' dough, boy
I fall off? I'ma hit a liquor sto', boy
Cause I'm Jesse James
Dre, Tuff, Malik, right, boy, we done it again
Oh boy
[Verse 1: Tuff Tone]:
Oh boy, nigga, I don't be playin' them games
Oh boy, I'll come sprayin' them thangs
Oh boy, I pull thangs like Jesse James or John Wayne
Nigga might blow out ya brain
Oh boy, I don't give a fuck
Oh boy, we coming in them big black trucks
Oh boy, y'all motherfuckers better duck
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy
[Verse 2]:
In my hometown, gettin' rich, hammer thrown down
At first, we couldn't rap, bet you want me on your songs now
And when it's drama with yo features, you see it's copious 'Ks
We hit yo block three deep, will leave you smokin' for days
Grown up, kill any nigga that shown up
Just label me "A young ass nigga that just don't give a grown fuck"
You wanna grim, but up close you turnin' ya head
You try whatever you want, yo pеoples gone be lеarnin' ya dead
Drop a G down, you fade me, I'm gone roll the dice
Loads them clips up, hop out the truck and I'm gone blow this pipe
It's all gone stop, right here, right now
What you hope? You fucked up
You look up, I'm gone be on the scope
[Verse 3: Tuff Tone]:
Oh boy, I'll put cement on ya feet
Throw you in a lake 'bout 35 deep
I'm cutthroat, please believe me
I'll put a hole in ya head the size of a CD
Y'all young ass niggas can't fuck with Tuff
My game is tighter than police handcuffs
I'll pull up, get out, shoot you right in ya mouth
I'll boot up, suit up, come right in ya house
Anybody in that bitch, yo, I'm takin' 'em out
Police outside, I gotta make it to the ride
I gotta leave these niggas bloody like a maxi pad
There he go, put they brains on the flo'
Shouldn't have never tried to play Tuff like a ho'
Uh huh, high-speed fuckin' chase
Police behind me, I'ma give 'em a hell of a race
Straight to the crib, oh boy
You know I'm dumpin' out the window with that toy
Them niggas tried to take me out
I'ma tell these niggas "I ain't going to jail, I'd rather go to hell"
Nigga, I be comin' through
It's like a true [?]
With my motherfuckin' tool, y'all can't fuck with me
Oh boy, nigga, we roll in a Range
Oh boy, everywhere we go, I got that thang
Oh boy, I got that raw spot
Oh boy, I got that yay spot
Oh boy, I got the weed spot
But if you need, come holla at Tuff
Nigga, you know how it is
Nigga, this ain't no moutherfuckin' bluff
Nigga rollin' on the 20-inch wheels
Nigga popped 'bout 3 esctasy pills
Niggas like "Tuff Tone, chill!"
I'm in the titty bar smackin' hoes
They like "What's wrong with this nigga? He got on Iceberg clothes"
Nigga, fuck you, fuck you, and fuck her
Oh boy, I don't be playin' them games
Oh boy, I'll come sprayin' them thangs
I'll pull thangs like Jesse James or John Wayne
?Blue up in ya clothes, sweat blow out ya brains?
Oh boy, I don't give a fuck
I'm comin' with them toys in that four black trucks
Oh boy, I'll stick 'Ks in ya butt
When you see Tuff Tone, please be ducked
[Verse 4]:
Oh boy, a missing tooth with this stainless steel, nigga
Off the rip, flip the clip in, it's even field, nigga
One hand on the Glock, one hand on the wheel, nigga
Takin' ecstasy pills, breakin' big bills, niggas
Pop a bottle, pop a dollar, when I holla at a hoe
Drop a dollar if she looking like whoa
Oh boy, I'm a boss and a floss off, niggas
For the Dead Presidents, I'ma Set It Off, niggas
You got birds in ya residence? Then pay the cost, nigga
I'm a Chedda Boy, forever, boy
I like to floss, niggas
Stainless steel Rolex, look like [?], nigga
Tell a bitch to boss up, cause I'm a boss, nigga
I drink 'til I throw up, smoke a whole O up
All eyes on us when we roll up
Tint and 20-inches on the Rover
You a thug, so what?
You know what? I keep a 4-5 and some big bucks
I'm a Chedda Boy, you not, nigga, so what?
Oh boy, you play pussy, then you get fucked
[Verse 5: Chedda Boy Malik]:
Small-time, [?] runners, they all mine
The war is on, so when you in sight, I draw 9s
I made shots, kicked down doors, and razed spots
Haters and fake hustlers is what made the gauge hot
You get it off my hand, a couple thou' lied off yo man
You claim to be hard, but, bitch, you know you soft as sand
AR-15s with beams and thangs
Dre, Tuff, and Lik hop out the Range and heat scenes and thangs
Y'all come cold, but you know we come with hotter joints
I thought you knew, PBI, we bust with hollow points
They tellin' me before succeed that you must fail first
You goin' to heaven, fuck with me, you gone go through hell first
[Verse 6: Jess James]:
Oh boy, is that bird or a plane?
Y'all motherfuckin' blind, that's Jesse James
You better get the fuckin' boy
Will come and take that chain
Or take that 'caine
Or maybe put a slug to ya brain
Oh boy, that nigga lost his mind
Oh boy, I think that come from 15 years on the grind
Cause at the age 13, he popped his first 9
Put a little bitch down, went to jail for the first time
Oh boy, he been a menace ever since
Detroit boys is down, we been winnin' ever since
And I heard he got connects from here to Oakland and Arizona
But, damn, I heard homicide want him
But it ain't shit to a boss, pay the fines and costs
Knowing Jesse James, he'll probably pay the fuckin' judge off
Oh boy, ain't nothing like hav-in' dough, boy
I fall off? I'ma hit a liquor sto', boy
Cause I'm Jesse James
Dre, Tuff, Malik, right, boy, we done it again
Oh boy
( Eastside Chedda Boyz )
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