[Intro] Yeah, son I don't give a squat hoot about shit, son Been running the game from the jump, son Yeah, let's go
[Hook] SQUAT HOOT! (x3) What it do SQUAT HOOT! (x3) What it do, what it do
[Verse 1] I don't give a squat, I don't give a hoot Get yo girl wet, like the morning dew She gon give me neck, more checks than FedEx Gettin' higher than Mt. Everest, son that's a bet Rich white man Bruce Willis, it's going down like shot clock Crunch time hustlin', I got foreign thots Met at IHOP, so I wet I need a mop Took 'em back to the crib, all they wanna do is bop I'm all about my business, I'm a chedda fiend Drop top six, custom some chrome with the cream To forth to ZHG, put my gang on my back Zero Hoots running shit, opposite of wack
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[Verse 2] Smoking on a zip, zipper to a day BP set up, the cups, let's play I be from the Bay, the 408 zone Come and get me boy, I bust yo dome I'll fuck you up, you ain't bout shit I be that white nigga, I be hitting licks (licks) I be moving bricks (bricks), flippin by the pound (pound) Boss living son, It's going down