"Nutbagg" lyrics

I don't give a fuck about what you think
I don't give a fuck about what you feel
Drop that album how the truth feels
Crack that Yak, bitch pop that pill
Or rock that steel
Sitting in a cage, I got an appetite for crack and pop that steel
And pop that veal
Y'all mothafuckers is not that real
I'm a nutt bagg and
I don't give a fuck about what you think
I don't give a fuck about what you feel
Drop that album how the truth feels
Crack that Yak, bitch pop that pill
Or rock that steel
Sitting in a cage, I got an appetite for crack and pop that steel
And pop that veal
Y'all mothafuckers is not that real
I'm a nutt bagg and

I don't give a fuck 'bout how you feel
'Bout me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and
I don't give a fuck 'bout how you feel
'Bout me, I kill for free, I'm still just me

I'ma gut bag 'em up, toe tag 'em
Kick like Enter the Dragon don't agonize me
Put rat poison up into my I.V
Try me
Took rap niggas right to the crime scene
I'm a crime scene maker, life taker
Take 'em on the stage and rape 'em, no apron
I'm scrape his face and face Satan
I'mma take his place and get a Jason
Mask, better be ready to duck fast
Never be ready to face me I cut grass
Leaving 'em dead, I put three in his head
And then I feed him to dead and proceed to cut, stab
I ain't need to flip it, I spit sick
Got syphilistic, your bitch get lit
I'm telling you this is the sickness shit
I'm smelling you this shit can get twisted
I'm in a rage, I didn't get paid now my life is stuck in a cage
I stay with the same Glock and the gauge
My life's burnin', I'm turnin' the page
Anybody that face me: I get 'em filleted
Laid in the shade with a bag o naze
I spit sicker than a bag of AIDS
'Bout to blow back up so I have grenades
Get sick to this and get a butcher knife
Slit ya bitch's wrist, now ya took her life
In a 56 and a hooker light
Your bitch is with me, tell her good night
I'm 51-51-50
Don't get the hung, lick
You're gon' get lit, don't sit too rich
Lynch is gon' get it
Gon' get to this quick, I spit liquid
They call me the nuttbag

I don't give a fuck about what you think
I don't give a fuck about what you feel
Drop that album how the truth feels
Crack that Yak, bitch pop that pill
Or rock that steel
Sitting in a cage, I got an appetite for crack and pop that steel
And pop that veal
Y'all mothafuckers is not that real
I'm a nutt bagg and
I don't give a fuck about what you think
I don't give a fuck about what you feel
Drop that album how the truth feels
Crack that Yak, bitch pop that pill
Or rock that steel
Sitting in a cage, I got an appetite for crack and pop that steel
And pop that veal
Y'all mothafuckers is not that real
I'm a nutt bagg and

I'mma put average niggas up in the attic
Take their bitches and stab 'em up in the abdomen
Leaving bodies on Madison Avenue, I'm having you
For dinner and a movie after I stab at you
You got a bit of the sickness, nigga haven't you
It's like cocaine so I ain't got an attitude
Bada bing bada boom I'm in ya room and all I wanna do is
Sing another tune and bring another tool and bring another who?
Get cut up, what up, shit, nutt up with us, get fucked up with us
Or don't fuck with us
Get cut up the butt kick, shut up ya butt slit
Razor blade you todays the day 'cause you paved the way for 2 days to get ate up
Shave his legs and tooth paste get blazed up
Eat his brains and put flames in they guts
Emeril Lagasse your posse you don't see what I see you're not me
With this shit I'mma get my monopoly
Not even a freight train can stop me
Not even the straight cane can rock me
Use weed to maintain a top speed
Low down to slow down with the four pound
Oh now you go now (you know now)
I'm in a rage, I didn't get paid, now my life's stuck in a cage
I stay with the same Glock and the gauge
My life's burnin', I'm turning the page
Anybody that face me: I get 'em filleted
Laid in the shade with a bag o naze
I spit sicker than a bag of AIDS
'Bout to blow back up so I have grenades

I don't give a fuck about what you think
I don't give a fuck about what you feel
Drop that album how the truth feels
Crack that Yak, bitch pop that pill
Or rock that steel
Sitting in a cage, I got an appetite for crack and pop that steel
And pop that veal
Y'all mothafuckers is not that real
I'm a nutt bagg and
I don't give a fuck about what you think
I don't give a fuck about what you feel
Drop that album how the truth feels
Crack that Yak, bitch pop that pill
Or rock that steel
Sitting in a cage, I got an appetite for crack and pop that steel
And pop that veal
Y'all mothafuckers is not that real
I'm a nutt bagg and