f*ck Dat sh*t lyrics

Ha, hahahahaha
Hahahha, yeah

[Young Zee]
Zee, b*tch I got no remorse
Run up in the car lot like let me hold the Porsche
Salesman claim ?poppin sh*t? broke his jaw
Whip the gauge out, me and Pace drove it off
Yeah, cops say we do a drive by on y'all
We n*gggas from Bricks, we don't abide by the law
When kids come quick, n*ggas will bust they chrome
Tryin to take mine, 'cuz they just came home
Tryin to take this LOOT, I'll follow ya b*tch ass in a Lexus coupe
Put one right up in ya Mecca suit
If you with ya b*tch, I'ma wet her too
sh*t n*ggas do where I live at YO
It ain't a f*cking game like Tic-Tac-Toe
n*ggas know tips, wanna get that dough
Cops wilin' out makin sh*t mad slow
Keep a fo-fo...

Chorus: Young Zee

f*ck dat sh*t, b*tches don't deal, wanna suck that di*k
n*ggas go kill wanna pump that sh*t
f*ckin new b*tches on ?massage type sh*t?
Trottin 'round screamin out "cops ain't sh*t"
f*ck dat sh*t
[Young Zee]
You love it when its loose Zee?, no I love it tight
You f*ck for a long time?, you motherf*ckin right
We get no f*ck hoes, that get high off lye
Down have it sucked, get druken by ya side
Blast anybody when we ride by your spot
We could give a mad f*ck if y'all die or not
The techs out the window turnin it loose
Shells poppin out, that b*tch burnin my goo
Blaze y'all fags, stop, jump out the car and take y'all bags
Jump back in the f*ckin jacked up Ac'
Go around the block showin n*ggas your stacks
Ya block got it back, this street war
We breakin n*ggas legs, ?f*ckin ripped Keith's? jaw
We got the street sweeper but it don't sweep floors
n*ggas and b*tches betta lock your doors
Keep a four-four

Chorus