Rich Brian - Dat $tick Lyrics

Tw-tw-tw-twelve in the mornin'
Pop shells for a livin'
And berry gon' smell blood trail every minute
Rogue wave on you niggas, no fail when I hit 'em
Every time I see a pig, I don't hesitate to kill 'em
Ain't nobody give a f*ck about a rule
Either get diplomas or a tool
I'ma cool with my youngins
No bool when I'm sprayin' this K at you f*ckas
F*ck a gang, affiliated with nothin' but my name

Man, I don't give a f*ck about a mothaf*ckin' po
I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo' motherf*ckin' do'
Man, I don't give a f*ck about a mothaf*ckin' po
I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo' motherf*ckin' do'

Yeah, people be starvin'
And people be killin' for food
With that crack and that spoon
But these rich mothaf*ckas they stay eatin' good
Droppin' wage livin good
Holdin' steel Glocks, but you been a bitch, suck a thick cock
F*ck a Crip walk, hit the strip like in Bangkok
Never ever see me ever trip 'bout a lil broad
See me on the TV screamin', "Bitch, you a damn fraud"
And you don't wanna f*ck with a chigga like me
When I pull up in that Maserati
Better duck 'fore ya brain splatter on the concrete
I'ma hit you with that .45
Bullet hit yo neck 'round the bow tie
I'm lookin' like a thriller, film a bitch
I'ma go right back with the clip and I know you be shakin'
Don't test me or I might just click at yo' noggin

Man, I don't give a f*ck about a mothaf*ckin' po
I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo' motherf*ckin' do'
Man, I don't give a f*ck about a mothaf*ckin' po
I'ma pull up with that stick and hit yo' motherf*ckin' do' (yeah)