Said she ain't got nothing good to say You ain't shit (you ain't shit, you ain't shit) You ain't shit So she ain't gon' say nothing, but this Guess I got used to hearing whatever I wanted to hear So she ain't gon say nothing, but this That's what she

My heart froze over I need to re-up, re-up Kick my feet up, feet up Pour another four in my one liter, liter Woah, the truth That I did it with another girl on Thursday after you All this shit we did up on your birthday Honestly, it's just to me another

It's the real thing, you are now real, real niggas, niggas Yo, what's up niggas and niggettes? N.W.A is back in this motherfucker And this is only the single Wait until the motherfuckin' album comes out We gon' have some more of that good shit The shit

After the club, strip When I get you home, strip We on that grown shit baby hop up on this I'ma take your clothes all off (strip) Take your clothes all off take your clothes (strip) Your clothes clothes all off And when the valet pull up shorty ride with

And now I got a taste of my own medicine All this shit that I do to women It may be crazy, we all suckers for somethin' Oh yeah, yeah, yeah We all suckers for somethin', yeah We all suckers for somethin', oh And if you feel the way I feel, you might fuck

And the shit seems to follow Sometimes I feel it chasing me All the hate that's breaking free I realize I'm taking everything This time I feel it taking me To a place I hate to be All along I sing to make believe I'm thinking of, Thanking all the fucked

Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God) Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud) Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit) Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze) Nightcrawlin' in a Phantom

Nigga, I'm illy Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly All on my mind is to get more millies Niggaz talk shit that's silly Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really? Ay, I run this city, clearly Rebel for the hell of it, hella rich Never have to sell a brick again,

We are rough, gotta eat Me and my niggas are unleashed Terrorize the motherfucking streets This the shit that make a nigga unleashed What you hearin' now, this'll make us unleashed What you hearin' now I still don't like myself Walk around the fucking

I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit Lookin' for a biddy on that thot shit Y'all ain't getting money, nigga, stop this I been 'round the globe talkin' hot shit Y’all ain't getting money, nigga, stop this I been