They Don’t lyrics

[Intro]
Whoa, whoa
Talkin' 'bout dream, they doubt it
Mm, uh, ay, uh, b*tch

[Verse 1]
Look, they don't give a f*ck about me
Talkin' 'bout dream, they doubt it
Uh, I remember my vision was clouded
I remember I was sleepin' in those alleys
Totin' on them sticks in the f*ckin' valley
Uh, 12 come through, b*tch I'm hittin' Audi
Hit them [?], n*ggas know that you ain't catchin' me
Uh, f*ckin' on your b*tch so you ain't stressin' me
Uh, .40 tucked on me if you testin' me
Run up on me, b*tch I'll fry you like a gizzard
I ain't f*ckin' on your b*tch 'cause she sh*tter
Pop that with that drip, b*tch, somethin' like a river
Ran off on that plug, b*tch, it was crunch time
Caught his ass lackin', took his sh*t like it was lunch time
I'on know why the doubted me, they a fool
Pull up with that f*ckin' choppa, it's a tool
b*tch it's finna do somethin', put you on that news
Spit flames, n*gga, get high, what it do?
This that wrist game, give her di*k, yeah and now she cool
I might take her out, and spend a bank, give her food
She a boujee b*tch, but I ain't gon' lie, her pus*y juice
I'ma ball up, yeah, MVP like I'm a pro
Step back with the crossover, hit the flo'
Most hated by some b*tch n*ggas on the low
I never switch, b*tch, I stick to the code