That’s Fine With Me

[Verse]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, track a nigga down like a fuckin' package
Yeah, I shoot a lot of guns, I don't need no practice
If I catch you out in traffic, I'ma let you have it
I'ma take his mama son, it's gon' get tragic
If a nigga run up on me, leave him in a casket
You ain't totin' real poles, boy, you totin' plastic
Flexin' with your mama money, boy, you really average
Just because you got a K, you is not a savage
Talkin' slick, lil' nigga, come and slide down
Text his phone one time, he put his pipe down
You niggas really ain't on shit, y'all niggas fuckin' clowns
And why you worried 'bout me, you need to stand yo' ground
This ain't a movie so, lil' nigga, stop actin'
I ain't even say cut or action
And I smoke a lot of dope, it's a habit
I gotta get this money gotta have it
Got a fuckin' pistol in my jacket
You want some motherfuckin' smoke, I make it happen
You don't want no fuckin' beef so don't bother me
Run up on a nigga that's a fuckin' robbery
Choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa
Cut a nigga head off like a fuckin' barber
Bullets eat ya' fuckin' body like a fuckin' lobster
You can call me Duwap Kaine, I'ma fuckin' mobster