Dat $tick (Remix) Rich Brian (Ft. Ghostface Killah & Pouya)

[Chorus: Rich Brian]
Man, I don't give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po
I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' do'
Man, I don't give a fuck about a mothafuckin' po
I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo motherfuckin' do'

[Verse 1: Rich Brian]
Don't give a fuck, poppin' bottles in the club
Tryna fuck Atlanta bitch but let her lick the pussy up
Turn your bitch into a dyke, finna need her baptized
Pool full of liquor, finna dive in her eyes
Bitch I don't care, finna fuck a bitch with no protection I be ignant
Pray to God I'ma die with my nine on my side
Mothafuck cops, bustin' like a pork, better hide
Put my dick in her mouth, call that shit a metapo
Cigarettes to my lungs 'til I let the pistol go
Look into my eyes, tell me what you wanna do
'Fore I kill you in the street with the rest of your crew
I did this, you know this, the mark on my cheek
Where the bullet grazed, and it almost took my life
Forgot what day feels like, I only live at night
Like a bat, not a rat, never die where you at, hoe

[Verse 2: Pouya]
I can't see, walk, talk, been straight, ho breakin'
Ain't nothin', the energy I generate
The Underground Underdog 'bout to fall off
Into another generation
I was workin', bussin' tables, now I got my own squid on the plate
Fuck the fame, baby, I don't wanna live in L.A
Back to the M-I-A, A to the M-I
Gon' lay with a ho, face in the coke lines
Toe taggin' rappers thinkin' that they're snappin'
Goin' bar to bar with me is suicide
You or I, do or die, baby, don't even worry about who am I
Bank account go stupid now
You should know about the whip situation (Ayy)
Tour been feelin' like a damn vacation
Germ fucked up, wakin' up not knowin' where he at
You was blacked out in the damn basement