[Start]
Chicken bone, now we gone, now we gone, now we gone

[Chorus]
I'm not the one for none of that fuck shit
One for none of that fuck shit
One for none of that fuck shit
One for none of that fuck shit (x4)

[Pre-verse: Pouya]
What you talkin 'bout? There's no competition (nah)
You disqualified cause you been actin' like some bitches
Got your main hoe on the way to the studio (yuh)
We finna make a hit, and she gon' hit the crew (bitch)

[Verse 1: Pouya]
Treat the pussy like a football, toss it
Got the bitch leaking like faucets
Left that running you like you inside of the house
Come out the crib, you not saying shit now (pussy)
He looking money, he laying you down
Broken Xbox, I'm not playing around
She loving my words, my urban sound
Got what I need, stole the visa I'm out
I ain't never heard no one, nobody harder than me
Catch me chillin', feelin like a million, riding the beat
They been sleeping on me, I'mma wake 'em up with the heat
Slap my meat upon your face if you ain't fucking with me
Like a bitch touching herself, man I'mma always do me (yuh)
Droppin the drop top, feeling the breeze
She pray for the dick, now the bitch on her knees (yuh)
And I still can't stand 'em, eat that box 'till I got no stamina
If you my homie you really just family, I know these rappers can't stand me (yuh)
[Chorus]
I'm not the one for none of that fuck shit
One for none of that fuck shit
One for none of that fuck shit
One for none of that fuck shit (x4)

[Pre-verse 2: Pouya]
Flawda boy (Flawda boy), till the death of me (yuh)
Cooking these rappers up, no recipe (yuh)
Insanity, flowing through my brain
Once the money started coming in, the people started to change

[Verse 2: Pouya]
And I'm clutch, every corner
Yeah I'm cold, like the pole
Only 19 but my bitch is way older
Ain't gon repeat what I already told ya
Talkin' that shit then I'mma call up my soldiers
Lazy boys know we don't fold up
Texas style when I hold them legs all up on my shoulder (yuh)
I told ya, now she off the soda telling me I own her
Now I'm actin' like I don't know her
Stole her Rover, pick the homie up
Ridin' past all these lames, trynna merge in my lane
Got no time for you mane, and that bogus shit you claim
Give me the green and there's really no stopping me
Baby bone nasty, but fuck your bitch properly
Tired of sinning and living in the poverty
Lay in the sun and you still won't be hot as me
Gotta do me even though that you copying me
Stealing my style, you committing a robbery
But it's all good cause I got your bitch topping me
You better believe that she doing it sloppy
[Chorus]
I'm not the one for none of that fuck shit
One for none of that fuck shit
One for none of that fuck shit
One for none of that fuck shit (x4)