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Neva Cared (Remix)

by Polo G a.k.a Mr. DoTooMuch

[Verse]
Before I put it in I smack her ass
Pull out my IFeezy, hit record, turn on the flash
We gon' make a movie like Ray J and Kim Kardash'
Put her on the block list that's if that pus*y trash
I'm Polo G, stressing who? It ain't a b*tch that I can't smash
Probably f*cked her too, it ain't a b*tch that I ain't had
Man this sh*t is nothing you the type to hit and brag
Run yo' mouth too much I'm starting to think you n*ggas fags
Hard for me to slow down I got used to living fast
b*tch I love the gang on granny I'a give them boys my last
Only be with shootas you can't hang if you don't blast
Please don't try me like DeJ Loaf I put them killas on yo' ass
Always shouting out my block cause b*tch that's where I started
Ahead of my class yeah I always been the smartest
Ain't no competition even though they try they hardest
I know they be hating but I'm in my bag regardless
Give this sh*t a year or two let's see who get the farthest
Don't play in these streets before you turn into a target
You could think you crazy but my shorties get retarted
If I call up CCB they scoring like they can't be guarded, b*tch
That AR be shooting, I call it G-Unit cause you know that b*tch stay with 50
Had trigga' just tap it don't pull it ain't saving no bullets I shoot ‘til it's empty
Like a yoga trainer we be stretching sh*t
We come through with the texts and the messages
Ain't no talk it out, police chalk him out, only way we can think we can settle sh*t
Had to cancel my old b*tch, she was choosing, I ain't tripping Ion miss her cause a thot gon' be a thot (Haha)
n*ggas from the other side dissing my homies, I ain't tripping I'm gon' kill him cause a opp gon' be a opp (b*tch)
f*ck that Wawa sh*t, we don't social beef we grab Glocks
Spot news, make reports when we speeding past blocks
b*tch it's nighttime, so we bringing out them red dots
Got a long nose nine and this b*tch don't blow out snot
Feel like Jordan vs. Utah I'm deadly with that last shot
Back to poking n*ggas, if I lose everything that I got
You keep flicking up with them rolls then we might have to enter yo' slot
Put that barrel on yo' head, take yo' new chain and yo' watch (pus*y)
I been T'd since I got that news my homie dead
Caught yo' homie lacking—(BOP! KNOCKED OFF HIS DREAD!)
Just a satisfaction we'a come take off a n*gga head
Hollows like a deadly virus, bodies drop when that sh*t spread
Explode in his flesh, make a mess, get ripped to shreds
Show no mercy for the enemy nobody getting spared
Man, you n*ggas b*tches why the f*ck would I be scared
30 shots up in my bomb my momma told me be prepared
Heard the streets been talking, I know what they said
Capalot been gridin' shorty gon' get to that bread
Ballin' like I'm Bryant, naw not Kobe b*tch lil' ass
See, you could stay on the sideline I'ma run it up instead aye, uh
I'ma run it up instead
See you could stay on the sideline I'ma run it up instead b*tch

[Outro]
Lil Capalot in this b*tch man
Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on man
Long live [?] I'm thirteen hunnid twenty one gang
[?] gang sh*t man
You already know what the I'm rockin' wit