Neva Cared Song Lyrics by Polo G
Before I put it in I smack her ass (smack it)Pull out my iPheezy, hit record, turn on the flash (haha)We gon’ make a movie like Ray J and Kim Kardash’ (bitch)Put her on the block list, that’s if that pussy trash (bitch)I’m Polo G, stressing who? It ain’t a bitch that I can’t smashProlly fucked her too, it ain’t a bitch that I ain’t had (flex)Man this shit is nothing, you the type to hit and bragRun your mouth too much, I’m starting to think you niggas fags (fags)Hard for me to slow down, I got used to living fastBitch, I love the gang, on granny, I’lla give them boys my last (gang, gang, gang)Only be with shooters, you can’t hang if you don’t blastPlease don’t try me like DeJ Loaf, I put them killers on your ass (boom, boom)Always shouting out my block ’cause bitch, that’s where I startedAhead of my class, yeah, I always been the smartest (bitch)Ain’t no competition even though they try they hardestI know they be hating, but I’m in my bag, regardless (flex)Give this shit a year or two, let’s see who get the farthestDon’t play in these streets before you turn into a target (boom, boom, boom)You could think you crazy but my shorties get retardedIf I call up CCB, they scoring like they can’t be guarded, bitchThat AR be shooting, I call it G-Unit ’cause you know that bitch stay with .50Hair trigger, just tap it, don’t pull itAin’t saving no bullets, I shoot ’til it’s emptyLike a yoga trainer, we be stretching shitWe come through with TECs, sending messagesAin’t no talk it out, police chalk him outOnly way that we think we can settle shitHad to cancel my old bitch, she was choosingI ain’t tripping I don’t miss her ’cause a thot gon’ be a thot (haha)Niggas from the other side, dissing my homiesI ain’t tripping, just gon’ kill him ’cause a opp gon’ be a opp (bitch)Fuck that Wawa shit, we don’t social beef, we grab GlocksSpot news, make reports when we speeding past blocks (boom, boom, boom)Bitch, it’s nighttime, so we bringing out them red dotsGot a long nose nine and this bitch don’t blow out snotFeel like Jordan vs. Utah, I’m deadly with that last shot (bitch)Back to poking niggas, if I lose everything that I gotYou keep flicking up with them rolls then we might have to enter your slotPut that barrel on your head, take your new chain and yo watch (pussy)I been T’d since I got that news my homie deadCaught your homie lacking, bop, knocked off his dreadsJust for satisfaction, we’ll come take off a nigga head (haha)Hollows like a deadly virus, bodies drop when that shit spreadExplode in his flesh, make a mess, get ripped to shredsShow no mercy for the enemy, nobody getting sparedMan, you niggas bitches, why the fuck would I be scared?Thirty shots up in my bomber, mama told me, be prepared (ooh)Heard the streets been talking, I know what they saidCapalot been grindin’, shorty gon’ get to that bread (flex, flex)Ballin’ like I’m Bryant, nah, not Kobe, bitch, lil’ ass (bitch)See, you could stay on the sideline, I’ma run it up instead, ayy, uhI’ma run it up insteadSee, you could stay on the sideline, I’ma run it up instead, bitch
Lil Capalot in this bitch, manY’all know what the fuck goin’ on, manLong live twin, I’m thirteen hunnid twenty one gang, manTalkin’ some gang shit, manYou already know what the fuck I’m rockin’ wit’