She Twerkin Freestyle - Zuse

I ain’t never gave a fuck

And I never gave a damn

I ain’t never gave a fuck

And I never gave a damn

I ain’t never gave a fuck and I never gave a damn

Had a pot, had a pan, had a stove, had a plan

I did it with my homie, yeah I did it for my fams

Got 'em from my mans, broke 'em down into grams

Had a trap going ham, had a trap gone bunk

Cash out then I stomp, two grams then a blunk

Real nigga not a pawn, you a pussy, you a punk

Did your hoe, then I park, got a chopper in the trunk

Slow hoe got me numb, gotta get it when you’re young

If I got it, get you some, none of y’all ain’t get me none

With the beef filet mignon, chew a rapper, bubblegum

I ain’t never been a bum and I ain’t never been a lane

I ain’t never been the type to ever try and tuck my chain

I ain’t never been the type to have you call me out my name

I’m the type to put the motherfucking money over fame

Fuck your wife and run a train, fuck your life and why you came

I can tell you 'bout the paper and the power and the pain

I ain’t never had a job but I’ve been working like a slave

Aim up, Mary-Jane, cooking up, sugar cane

Make it rock, I hit the block, I stack it up then make it rain

Just to show these pussy niggas we won’t ever be the same

Had a bullet with your name but Jino got the Yoga Flame

Tell the hater go away or I’mma leave you where you stay

Got the dope like I’m a J and Ollie got the mini-K

Got a L to slow the, need a M to keep me straight

I never had a nigga put his hands up in my face

You a worm, you a bait, eat the beat like a steak

Shitting on you niggas, yeah I got a tummy ache

Tell the rest they gotta wait, I got too much on my plate

I got bars, where my chase, I got flow, I’m a wave

Are you lost?

I’m amazed, are you people entertained?

Switch it up on niggas just to show it ain’t a game

All of mi gun dem ready, hmph

Thug life like Machiavelli, hmph

Haunt them like mi a Freddie, hmph

Go ham like it’s a deli, hmph

All of mi thug dem a roll out strap

Tell me, hm, what you know 'bout that?

Poik poik poik when the four-four clap

Po-po ask, mi don’t know 'bout crap

All of mi thug dem a roll it back

None of my thug dem a know 'bout that

None of my thug dem a know 'bout rap

Hm, your wife?

Mi a whore out that

Hmm, rubber, skrrt, mi flow wrote that

Smoke, give me

Skrrt, pull up, stop

Bumboclaat, it’s so easy, you know giving flows to the needy