Never Cared (Young God)

Intro Southside on the track yeah Smoking cookie crisp huh stupid bitch Uh uh Phew uh   Verse 1 Let my girlfriend hold the strap nigga no dyke Doing drivebys at night nigga no lights Hating on me Fuck nigga got no life Grew up with niggas thats locked up for life Slow down on the Percs something dont feel right HiTech red that shit slime real right I freestyle the shit they will write He on the corner stop at the red light Talking drunk nigga no Bud Light He on the Gram flexing with fake ice I’ma keep going no time for a hook They stealing the drip no time for a crook Yo bitch get picked up then I get licked up We in the Fisker moving to Cali LA or Vista She want a mister I want her sister shit real crazy Someone come roll backwoods I’ll pay Someone talk down on my name I’ll slay I’ma test out my new gun like yeah Spent two bands gave my bitch red hair Pull up on a fuck nigga he right there He location shared On the way with sticks right now we ain’t never cared Uh huh Chorus Ah Ah ah Ah She look at me like I’m a young God Allah thank God Gave me the talent now a nigga go hard We in yo yard you ain’t here Then we in your bro yard make it clear Boolin in the front lawn we know you here ayy ayy ayy Turn your coat red uh Paul Revere   Verse 2 Run up the money and run out of fears Codeine cups we having cheers Whats her name All on my phone I haven’t talked to this bitch in some years Yeah they all run back when the money coming in They want Givenchy the way that I got it Nigga how much are you willing to spend Yeah Uhhuh uhhuh uhhuh uhhuh Uhhuh uhhuh uhhuh uhhuh Talk my shit and back it Rockstar from the trap Run from the cops in my Rafs yeah Make em feel my wrath yeah I pour one up in the Sprite or the Crush Maybe HiC maybe a Faygo Call it ironic cause all of my demons be ready to give some of these fuck niggas halos Bridge Oh oh Ima let it breathe breathe let it die slow Im your greatest enemy EazyE fuck the police They wont let none of my niggas home home Oh oh Ima let it breathe breathe let it die slow Im your greatest enemy EazyE fuck the police   Chorus Ah Ah ah Ah She look at me like I’m a young God Allah thank God Gave me the talent now a nigga go hard We in yo yard you ain’t here Then we in your bro yard make it clear Boolin in the front lawn we know you here ayy ayy ayy Turn your coat red uh Paul Revere