Released: August 14, 2015

Featuring: Fat Nick

Songwriter: Fat Nick Pouya

Producer: HLTR$KLTR Don Krez

[Hook]
I fucked your hoe last night
So What?(yuh)
I'm getting money motherfucker
So what?(yuh)
Screaming fuck the police
So what?
Say you finna fuck me up then
Show up
I'm shooting(?) shows on the road man
So what?
Four hoes in the hotel
So what?
Your girlfriend want to fuck
So what?
I don't give a fuck
Why you hating on them let them fuck that
So what?

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Thirties make them bodies twitch
Smoking dope I'm taking lift(?)
Pouring Tech let's say
Let's get these xans
McMiles whole body itching
Flipping up a dumb bitch
Raking down a fake script
Pussy bone where the mat?(?)
Leave them in a grave ditch
Juggin' all day
At night got to trap shit
Cruising down the block fuck
Twelve on my death wish
If you tweet @Gyllen(?)
Then his ass got to go
Them poles gotta duck(?)
Don't think slow
Get smoked out
Bitch whit it give her dick then she choke
Out cock when the top
Red beams at his throat
These Guiseppes on my feet
Screaming about to kick dough
If a goofy run up on me
He'll be lighting this pump
Treat him like a grill
Burn his ass like some coal
I don't even throw hands cause my partner throw smoke
Rolling up, bitch I'm smoking up(fuck x2)
Fuck your mouth, don't you dare throw up
Bathing Ape got me camo-ed up
Jugging out makes my pistol tucked
Wilding out let him thump his butt
Twelve out, then thump his trunk
You fighting one? go and tighten up
My squad popping them pistols up

[Verse 2: Pouya]
Something in the air tonight
Got me feeling creative(yuh)
Put them drugs in her drink until she sedated(bitch)
I'll put your ass on a map like blue clues
I could take your ass out any day(fuck)
Wait for it
Will you pay for it?
Or will you download it?
And tell me that you're about it
Bitch you ain't about it
Talking about your life please tell me more about it(you ain't bout it)
(yuh)
Do you smell the sarcasm coming from my breath(shut the fuck up)
Who next to get wet with the tec
For disrespecting me
(yuh)
Indefinitely
Catch a bullet where your neck should be(fuck)
You shouldn't even stand next to me(move)
I'mma be where my checks should be(yuh)
I fucking hate rapping(just sucks, man)
It just sucks more than Christy Mack
DP with my homie
Homie watch out where your balls at
Cause' i don't want no human contact
Got your bitch sucking dick on contact(bitch)

[Hook x3]
I fucked your hoe last night
So What?(yuh)
I'm getting money motherfucker
So what?(yuh)
Screaming fuck the police
So what?
Say you finna fuck me up then
Show up
I'm shooting(?) shows on the road man
So what?
Four hoes in the hotel
So what?
Your girlfriend want to fuck
So what?
I don't give a fuck
Why you hating on them let them fuck that
So what?

Pouya

Kevin Pouya (born December 20, 1994), simply known as Pouya, is an American rapper in the South Florida underground scene. His father is from Iran, his mother from Cuba. He is part of the Miami collective Buffet Boys, which he started with long-time collaborator Fat Nick.

Known for his long hair, introspective raps, and fondness of Cadillacs, Pouya has since starting his career in 2012 made a big name for himself in the Florida underground scene. He is influenced by a variety of horrorcore rappers including Cleveland group, Bones Thugs-n-Harmony.

While living with Fat Nick at Nick’s mom’s house, Kevin released his debut mixtape, Fuck It. In an interview with The Hundreds, he talked about what his life would be like if he didn’t pursue