Loose Screw

Look
They gon' feed up off my pain but won't dare speak on that shit
That bitch try to put me on child support, won't dare speak on that bitch
I love my daughter to death, but fuck that nut, I shoulda pissed
Long as their daddy live, they rich
I was seventeen, broke as a bitch
I was eighteen, rich, two kids
I was nineteen, bank account lit (Aye!)
Turned 20, I'm calling' shit
Gang behind the wall, they call out sick
My engineer lit, gettin' all this shit
"Daddy can I have that?" Get all that shit
Baby momma said food stamps just hit
Hit Wal-Mart, swipe all her shit

I give no fuck bout being rich
Walk down gang, one sound, he hit
He cuffin' hoes that we done hit
Tell the label ain't sharing shit
Nah I'm just playin just sayin' shit
My dawg crazy, he be spraying shit
Come thru spraying shit
Airing shit
Aways spraying shit
Come thru flip your furniture
Call me Aaron's bitch