[Hook] Yeah, no we don't really care Yeah, we gone put it in the air No we don't give a fuck Getting bunnit's is a must, you can trust Yeah, we gone' Light this bitch up Yeah, we gone' Light this bitch up
[Verse 1: P-Lo] Ay girl let me see what you got I dont rap if the beat don't knock I need bass, make it fast Every girl in the place shaking ass That's that bay shit Pull up in a space ship All I rep is gang shit You know that I can't quit Yeah, we got step up the party, get it started Make the hoes go retarded Whole game with me we got' ride out You ain't living, we gon' find out No I can't be around fake Heartbreakers we in this place Girl I love it when I am seeing that [?]
[Hook] Yeah, no we don't really care Yeah, we gone put it in the air No we don't give a fuck Getting blunts is a must, you can trust Yeah, we gone' Light this bitch up Yeah, we gone' Light this bitch up
[Verse 2: G-Eazy] Uh, Gerald Pre game call a Uber then we all mob Every night we do it all night big it's hard job Part snob light it up like I'm part bob Heartbreak kids linked up with the heart throb In the scene always found in the mix Move around with the wrist Short told us if you’re rapping and the beat better pound when it hits And I've been going dumb since 2006 If you're not family don't ask me whats up with a verse Unless you're spendin' it what your girl has up in her purse You see us pull up in a hearse Girls climbing in the section calm down you a bucket of thirst Can't shit with people as basic as those I am out on the road getting payed for them shows I walk through the grass check by snakes by my toes Cause sooner or later all fakes get exposed
[Hook] Yeah, no we don't really care Yeah, we gone put it in the air No we don't give a fuck Getting bunnit's is a must, you can trust Yeah, we gone' Light this bitch up Yeah, we gone' Light this bitch up
[Verse 3: Jay Ant] Uh, yeah I don't talk real boy, I be listening You a mark a toy, you figurine Your bitch love my grill and finger rings I beat it up fuck fingering Brown leather, all on my fucking bag Bad bitches, I thought I could never have Shake jelly, flat belly, thin waist, looking for the face I am sipping eighteen, no chase You can have the hoe, this ain't a race I don't chase I replace Give her a taste, show her first place Weed plants in my socks and my dirty vans Dirty hands I've been touching bands Its the younger suffer, puffer And I fuck with you suckers
[Hook] Yeah, no we don't really care Yeah, we gone put it in the air No we don't give a fuck Getting bunnit's is a must, you can trust Yeah, we gone' Light this bitch up Yeah, we gone' Light this bitch upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
