Tear it up, tear it up, it up, tear it up, yeah Tear it up, it up, yo we go now, here we go
So don't make me it up You know I don't a fuck And I ain't here to shake up But I got my on my gun
So don't me tear it up You I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake up But I got my on my gun
I beat the pussy up Ying-Yang Put it right through like Ching-Chang, you I make her shit bang You know I don't a motherfuck about your first name I wanna lock that ass like a motherfucking gang
it up, stand up and throw it up And tear up the like you don't give a fuck I you got heels on, I know what y'all feel on They caught us riding dirtier than bumping Camillion
I got a bounty on my head just for reppin' Because I'm on your sister and I'm ramming her friend And what the you think? I'm tryin' to make 'em sweat like a motherfuckin' track
J-D-O-G, I got your girls on a I got her feinin', the whole screamin' Shake it like a what? you HU crew We don't give a fuck, what?
So make me tear it up You know I give a fuck And I ain't here to shake up But I got my on my gun
So make me tear it up You know I give a fuck And I here to shake things up But I got my on my gun
Shake it like a Fuck you Shake it like a Fuck you Shake it like a Fuck you it like a what? Fuck you
No, I ain't a gangsta, don't a pistol Motherfuckers keep runnin' mouth, motherfuckers catch a Guided like a missile two bottles of Jack I drank in the back of an '88 Cadillac
It's Johnny 3, Johnny what Johnny needs Johnny breathes weed, still Johnny don't see Johnny buys drink, winks and Johnny thinks Johnny circles dance floor like roller
up down, down in the H-tag, get down To the sound that's bound, to make the crowd loud Wanna see you move, yeah, to the music Wanna see you booze, yeah, booze you puke it
See bitch, grab ass, get to the mat Slap back, get thrown out the Watch your back the backdoor, back to the dance floor Gotta get my, gotta, gotta get more
So make me tear it up You know I don't give a And I ain't here to shake up But I got my on my gun
So don't make me it up You know I don't a fuck And I ain't here to things up But I got my on my gun
yeah, motherfucker, turn it up Turn it up, focus 3, you Jeff Peters Fuck you, Reneau, gangstas up in this bitch You gotta write it down, fuck,