Blakk Spatzz JID (Ft. V & M. P)

[Chorus]
Do you worry what the fuck I got done
I'm on some dope shit
Worry 'bout the women I'm fuckin'
Go get your own bitch
Worry 'bout who paper you [scrape?]
[Who bread the longest?] / But
She ain't worried when them shots
Ring out in the club (*puh puh puh puh puh*)
Worry when we walk on the scene
My team the strongest
Team strong as us
Your bitch bitch belong with us
Yea in paper we trust
We on some strongest
We on the stongest
We on some strong shit

[Verse 1: J.I.D]
Three things you know about me
I'm with a South bitch on South Beach in South Beaches
These hoes hang offa the words that the mouth preaches
So I give their ass king shit (*king shit*) bass head and benz shit
Imma be shit like 36 and YellaBlack
But as early as before that nigga got hella fat
Little Dante down the street had hella gats
So you live and you die like that, that's a fact
Rest in piece, smoke a blunt, fuck a black
Little ass gangsters, tough ass niggas need spankin'
Mama ain't hug you, niggas all tough
'til the pressure hit the fan, little nigga be a man
Big paper gon' stand in the courthouse
Wish you had a fatty ass uncle that went to [?]
He could be a lawyer, get the boy out
But nah you got a public defender
Spend all your bread givin' money to women