p&s Lyrics

(Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn)

I can't give a fuck

You blew up, that's crazy luck

I've seen people on the street in a Tonka truck

Get robbed for a pack, that'll lock them up

That's sad

One more charge, you ain't finna bounce back

Got these pies in a bag, we gon serve em in the back

17 years already on track

To be touching these cucks

Stand on my money Kareem on the bucks

Touch on my family, you finna get touched

Had a () on me active, I'm fucking him up

Buddy, don't fantasize bout this shit cause you know that you finna die

On my soul, baby girl, that's a 49

Baby girl, don't be touching my 49

Yo, keep running like Usain on the track

Keef pushing all the bags in the back

It's something funny about these rappers that act, they drowning themself in they muhfuckin act

It's plain and simple

Young Akii. on the rise and we been knew

Pretty ass hoe, I kin you

Pretty ass hoe, and she been knew

I was fucking now I'm late to the venue

But I still put on a show because I can do

Something that these rappers really can't do

In your head everyday, like Cantu

Can't you see that I been grew

Make a

One more threat and I'll fight you

Made a diss track, put it on iTunes

Huh

Pussy ahh

Play wit meh

I never had a third eye before!