Phonk f*cker lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yah, ay, yah, yah

[Verse 1]
I don't give a f*ck
Run it, run it with the cut
What the, what the f*ck is up?
I got cocaine in my blood
Dealer, dealer with the rust
You don't you don't f*ck with us
Rebock rebocks turn to dust
That's from kicking through the mud
b*tch i'm hollow with the tip squad
Run up on a b*tch thought
Killer getting p*ssed off
Blood is all I taste (Yah, yah, yah, yah)
You gone pay the tick dog
Fore we run yo whip cops
All up on my di*k f*ck
12 an f*ck a case
Keep the f*cking
Keep the curtains closed
Like the dead of night (Like the dead of night)
Keep on hurting hoes
Doesn't matter, right? (Doesn't matter, right?)
b*tch I got no foes
Know it's kill on sight (Yah, yah)
Let me decompose, I just wanna die, take my life
[Verse 2]
Stutter stepping over death in cooling with the clique
Omens said it for the record, I be in this sh*t
I cut too the tension, all detention, busting for a fix
If you knew we with the weapon
Why you out here throwing hits
Bust his head, there's no forgetting, never with the feta
I'ma send 'em armageddon with the chrome berretta
No omission, you be ditching, double up yo' risk
I be kicking in the kitchen, cooking with the whisk
Ditch n ditch unna, i'm a waste unna, case runner
Flick the wrist stunner, get the state on her, caged unna
Bust a b*tch donut with the glaze on her, face c*mmer
Stab the rich, they ain't never paid, summer days unna
No one with static, I ain't plan on getting better
Kick it with the average, you ain't make it through the weather
They be on mentions, on my breath n I don't give a sh*t
Face me in the street, best tell your friends, they gotta dig a pit