God Damn lyrics

[Intro]
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
No conversation for a pus*y n*gga

[Chorus]
No conversation for a pus*y n*gga
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
When the whip come stock-
I don't want that sh*t
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
She gotta' wash that sh*t 'fore I f*ck that b*tch
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
Overnight the pack, don’t three-day sh*t
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn

[Verse 1]
n*gga, you a snitch in yo’ town…
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
Run up my way, get ya' ass knocked down
KelTec, shoot a hunnid’ rounds
Take a boot with the b*tch, think it déjà vu
They found the b*tch layin' in ‘the lounge’
Pull off in the cool coupe
With the panoramic roof
That stock sh*t made for a clown…
“Longway, pipe they’ ass down!”
I don't f*ck around with a pus*y n*gga
Boujee b*tches, they ain't bigger than me
Blue Benjamins, b*tch, you can't find a $20!
Ten slugs in my mouth, straight out the dentist!
Back on the stove, cook it like I'm a chemist
Balenci’, Givenchy; I change up my image
Balenci’, Givenchy; I change up my image
She bow down to my feet and make a wish
Kiss stars, b*tch!
pus*y look like she take a lot of di*k…
I ain't f*ckin’ ‘round wit’ her!
Be there, delivery, don't f*ck around with it
Overnight, mine, n*gga!
OG gas, clip it right off the vine
b*tch, I'm the plug, don't question my line!
(Longway, b*tch!)
[Chorus]
No conversation for a pus*y n*gga
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
When the whip come stock-
I don't want that sh*t
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
She gotta' wash that sh*t 'fore I f*ck that b*tch
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
Overnight the pack, don’t three-day sh*t
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn

[Verse 2]
That's just the way I'm rockin', pus*y n*gga
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
Rich roll in a double-R, mounted up
Trap for seven days, n*gga, count it up
I'm tryna' get paid, n*gga, ‘Mega Millions’!
I'm Ace Boogie now, I ran outta' luck
All I need was ‘In God I trust’-
With a big pair of big nuts and a handgun
I ain't worrying 'bout a b*tch I done done-done
Suzy-choosy pointers in my charm
In the trap, I'ma count it up, every ‘run’
Rubber-bandin' racks and all the ones
In the corner, stash all the coins
In the ‘money race’-
They pronounced that, ‘I won’!
‘The-Man-Of-The-Year’, Rich Home Qaun
‘Trapper’ turned rapper
Two different funds
About the paper, shoot two different guns
Push your taper back
Give a f*ck 'bout where you from
‘pus*y n*gga vibe’
Feel it, when he come around
I can't smoke a blunt with DJ Yola
He all in my mouth, I'm talkin' bout the ‘Yola’
*GRDOOAUW*
pus*y n*gga tryna' turn me over
I had to send 'em back to back
A car full of ghosts
Knock a n*gga's head off his shoulders (Longway, b*tch)
[Chorus]
No conversation for a pus*y n*gga
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
When the whip come stock-
I don't want that sh*t
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
She gotta' wash that sh*t 'fore I f*ck that b*tch
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
Overnight the pack, don’t three-day sh*t
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn
I don't f*ck around, goddamn