Gettin Weird

[Intro]
We ain't abidin' by no motherfuckin' rules, man, you know, hotboy
(Brody, come in here)
Know we wild and reckless 'round this motherfucker

[Verse]
We don't abide by the rules, I told him play it cool (Hey, play it cool)
Bro dropped an eight, I dropped a six, man, we ain't savin' juice (Ain't savin' juice)
Can't wait to catch him slippin', rock up on him with a thing or two (Hey, with a thing or two)
Big pole, the shit I tote'll knock down a saber-tooth (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Bitch, I ain't got time today, so I ain't finna play with you (Hey, what the fuck?)
You broke and bummy, babygirl, I wouldn't spend a day with you (Nah)
Ayy, hand it here, let me show you how that kaida shoot (Hey, let me see)
Up it, blow
When you bust that motherfucker, better bag somethin' (Better bag somethin')
Me and bro was on that last skit, we tagged somethin' (Just me and bro)
I can't argue with no nigga who ain't had nothin' (Hell nah)
Or ain't got it, I told baby keep that bag comin' (Hey, keep it comin')
That nigga broke, really a joke, he on the 'Gram bluffin'
I ain't gon' cap, we catch your ass, you gon' get blammed, cousin (You gon' get blammed, cuz)
Cam just caught the fifty, I got fifty, can't you count, thugga? (Hey, can't you count, thugga?)
Not worried 'bout no nigga who be out here house thuggin' (Ain't worried 'bout it)
Popped a lil' blood, left on the ground, he damn near drowned from it (I know you know)
They caught me walkin' out of mom's house, we clapped it out (Ayy)
Get back gang, we gave they ass somethin' to rap about (Know we did)
I was broke, down on my dick, I took the savage route (I took the savage route)
I said fuck sittin' down waitin', what is that about? (I want mine)
I had to get up off my ass like what that bag about? (Get off your ass)
Uncle kept naggin', sayin', "Boy, get off your nanny couch" (Okay)
Cool, calm, and collective, I ain't with all of that standin' out (No, I'm not)
He said fuck what and fuck who? Then we gon' fan him down (He said fuck what?)
My lil' nigga golden with them Glocks, he handin' Grammys out (He handin' Grammys out)
Bitch, we was trappin' out the shed back in my granny house (Back in my granny)
Just 'cause I'm poppin', I bet baby pull them panties down (I bet she do)
I ain't gon' lie, my bro get tricky out that fanny pouch (Yeah, he do)
These niggas know who really runnin' shit, stop all that cappin' (You know who runnin' shit)
He a real character, a funny guy, stop all that actin' (Real character)
Ain't did no drill around this bitch, but niggas always rappin' (Hey, what the fuck?)
Was skippin' class to up them digits, in the hallway trappin' (To get them bands)
Pop sold me nickels from a dime, so I just got to baggin' (I know he sold it)
This ruler on me, blicky on me, so I'm always saggin' (That blicky on me)
Was dumb and stupid, wild and reckless, fuckin' up the baggies (Wild and reckless)
Me, Hari, Durk, Wes, and Tre was weighin' out the package (My day ones)
Don't think we won't, 'cause boy, we will and we could make it happen (I know you know)
Lil' baby boosie, I ain't lyin', go'n with all that faggin' (Hey, what the fuck?)
And I can't wait until I'm rich bouncin' out of that Wagen (Bouncin' out)
Yeah, I got bands, but not enough, if I want it, I grab it (This ain't enough)
They told me, "Joc, stop sippin' syrup," I said it's a habit

[Outro]
I said it's a habit
They told me, "Joc, stop sippin' syrup," I said it's a habit
(Brody, come in here)