Chorus: {u.n.l.v.}

211s at night 187s in the day light
Nigga we just donÂ’t give a fuck
211s at night 187s in the day light
Nigga we just donÂ’t give a fuck

Verse one: {lilÂ’ ya}

NiggaÂ’s be tryÂ’na rep and some foolÂ’s
Be tryÂ’na buck but lilÂ’ ya that type of
Nigga that just donÂ’t give a fuck
But nathan and if you hatinÂ’ then
YouÂ’s a hater but IÂ’m straight out that three
So how the fuck you gonna fade her
Soldier with a heart made of steel
Like my nigga b, I handle business on the real and
Then I chill make my rounds, pick up my car from
My bitches cuz I be hittinÂ’ Â’em regular like
Dre be hittinÂ’ his switches
ClockinÂ’ my riches as I stroll through my hood
PuffinÂ’ on a blunt givinÂ’ love where itÂ’s all good and
For you niggaÂ’s who ainÂ’t go no love
I ainÂ’t got no love for you chumps
Cuz IÂ’m a smoke Â’em and choke Â’em
Like a philly blunt
Yeah, IÂ’m gettinÂ’ my grove on
IÂ’m ready to move on
To another level rob some niggaÂ’s or
Whatever I got big nutÂ’s
I got a big heart like I said itÂ’s been that way
Since fuckinÂ’ start, you know me from my
FuckinÂ’ crew, you know what IÂ’m bound to do
I got a pit, IÂ’m ready to spit,
IÂ’m ready to serve to uhh!

Chorus

Verse two: {yella boy}

I even gotÂ’s the boogy banginÂ’ atÂ’cha
Grab my zookie if I have to
Daze you up like daz
I donÂ’t give a fuck like kurupt
IÂ’m dismantlinÂ’ mcÂ’s that come against me
Me and the tecster in broad day light
We cominÂ’ to do thee fuck it
Of course, IÂ’m a show no remorse
DonÂ’t mean the boss, I never forget hoes

Verse three: {tec-9}

IÂ’m gettinÂ’ skiet like that, IÂ’m slippery like ease wax
I chop ya down, like a disciple, with my riffle
As if a white boy you disrespected my a-gender and
Called me a nigga

Verse four: { yella boy}

IÂ’m dumpinÂ’ you bitches out like boss hog
I donÂ’t give a fuck about yÂ’all
You donÂ’t know what I would do to you
But I know whatÂ’cha will do to you
I would serve you, I would fuck clean over you

Verse five: {tec-9}

YÂ’all know that IÂ’m back
Like brand new wax on brand new cadalacÂ’s
IÂ’m mourinÂ’ IÂ’m yawninÂ’ plus I just
Lost my equipment bag

Verse six: {yella boy}

SweatinÂ’ like a zoo-loo to do you
ItÂ’s best you fuckinÂ’ scram
IÂ’m a champion IÂ’m dumpinÂ’ on Â’em
IÂ’m actinÂ’ a motherfuckinÂ’ donkey on Â’em

Chorus

Verse seven {lilÂ’ ya}

IÂ’m bout to do a jack
I got on all black
In my hand lies a tool that
I call my mack
ItÂ’s like my best friend cuz when
I spin the bin it donÂ’t get jammed
BulletÂ’s charginÂ’ like a ram
You betÂ’s believe when them hollowÂ’s hitÂ’cha
You goinÂ’ in pocket bitch, you better drop it
One nigga tested my nutÂ’s he had the nerve to flex and
On his arm was a rolex, he flinched for
His gat that was stashed in his suit coat
I had to show him, I had to fuck over him
Stunt a fuckinÂ’ lick of that hit and it was on
Then I put the keyÂ’s on the lab and
Niggas started pushinÂ’ slabÂ’s
My pocketÂ’s started gettinÂ’ swole
My knot has thickened
ThatÂ’s how it is when
Nigga like ya, is flippinÂ’ halves to
Quickers, quarter birdÂ’s, to birdÂ’s
Keep a brew full of rockÂ’s
Cuz my bitch need a serve,
UploadinÂ’ kilt, puttinÂ’ in clipÂ’s at the
Same time, beatinÂ’ you niggaÂ’s down
With my bat if I ainÂ’t got that iron
Leave yo mama cryinÂ’ why you shot my only son
Gave him three to the head, smoke a blunt now IÂ’m done
Give me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my nostril
Drain got me loose as a goose and I wanna shot
We put in work, doinÂ’ dirt everyday
ItÂ’s twelve noon, letÂ’s go get somebody
To buy some yae, canÂ’t be no miner
Got to be a big tymer, because iÂ’Â’m down to
Pill a couple of capÂ’s and get these niggaÂ’s out they snapÂ’s
Cuz iÂ’m

Verse eight: {tec-9}

You bitches donÂ’t know the fuckinÂ’ size of this shit
IÂ’m on the rise with this shit
See tommorow, the fuckinÂ’ clip bitch
2-2-6 my boyÂ’s cominÂ’
Mag-11 hollow tipÂ’s nigga
Better start runninÂ’
When I start cominÂ’ up the block
With my glock like a mad man
In a mad rage face is caught on the front page
Let them bitches catch me down bad
With my 12-gage

Verse nine: {yella boy}

You despise, why IÂ’m up in disguise
Now you paralyzed plus you realize
To stop playinÂ’ with me
My click is quick to let them bulletÂ’s fly
Click ya fuckinÂ’ self ya bitch you
For you get downed

Chorus

We droppinÂ’ Â’em stop playinÂ’ with me
Stop playinÂ’ with me