God Damn lyrics

[Intro]
I don't f*ck around, god damn
No conversation for a pus*y n*gga

[Chorus]
No conversation for a pus*y n*gga
I don't f*ck around, god damn
When the whip come stock, we don't want that sh*t
I don't f*ck around, god damn
She gotta' wash that sh*t 'fore I f*ck that b*tch
I don't f*ck around, god damn
Overnight the pack, [?] three-day sh*t
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn

[Verse 1]
n*gga, you snitch [?]
I don't f*ck around, god damn
[?] my way, get ya' ass knocked down
Head chopper, shoot a hundred rounds
Take a boot with the b*tch, think it déjà vu
They found the b*tch layin' in the lounge
Pull off in the cool coupe with the panorama roof
[?] sh*t made for a clown
Longway pipe they' ass down
I don't f*ck around with a pus*y n*gga
Boujee b*tches, they ain't bigger than me
Blue Benjamins, b*tch, you can't find a $20
[?] in my mouth, straight out the dentist
Back on the stove, cooking like I'm a chemist
Balenci, Givenchy, I change up my image
She bow down to my feet and make a wish, [?] b*tch
pus*y look like she take a lot of di*k
I ain't f*ck around with 'em
[?] delivery, don't f*ck around with it
Overnight, my n*gga
OG gas, clip it right off the vine
b*tch, I'm the plug, don't question my line (Longway, b*tch)
[Chorus]
No conversation for a pus*y n*gga
I don't f*ck around, god damn
When the whip come stock, we don't want that sh*t
I don't f*ck around, god damn
She gotta' wash that sh*t 'fore I f*ck that b*tch
I don't f*ck around, god damn
Overnight the pack, [?] three-day sh*t
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn

[Verse 2]
That's just the way I'm rockin', pus*y n*gga
I don't f*ck around, god damn
[?] in a double-R, mounted up
Trap for seven days, n*gga, count it up
I'm tryna' get paid, n*gga, [?]
I'm Ace Boogie now, ran outta' luck
All I need is [?], with a big pair of nuts and a handgun
I ain't worrying 'bout a b*tch I done done-done
Suzy-choosy pointers in my charm
In the trap, I'ma count it up [?]
Rubber-bandin' racks and all the ones
In the corner, stash all the coins
[?]
The man of the year, [?]
Trapper turned rapper, two different funds
About the paper, shoot two different guns
Push your taper back, give a f*ck 'bout where you from
pus*y n*gga buy a [?] when he come around
I can't smoke a blunt with [?]
He all in my mouth, I'm talkin' bout the [?]
pus*y n*gga tryna' turn me over
I had to send 'em back to back, car full of [?]
Knock a n*gga's head off his shoulders (Longway, b*tch)
[Chorus]
No conversation for a pus*y n*gga
I don't f*ck around, god damn
When the whip come stock, we don't want that sh*t
I don't f*ck around, god damn
She gotta' wash that sh*t 'fore I f*ck that b*tch
I don't f*ck around, god damn
Overnight the pack, [?] three-day sh*t
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn
I don't f*ck around, god damn