Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck
Hating ass niggas
I don't give a f*ck bout the weak ass nigga
I don't give a f*ck bout the lame ass shit
You weird ass bitches don't get it
Don't give a f*ck
Or you bitches are niggas
Aesthetically stuntin' on niggas
Why you thinkin' you checkin' who
Wait you thinkin' you checkin' me
Wait you thinkin' you checkin' who
I don't give a f*ck bout the weak ass nigga
I don't give a f*ck bout the lame ass shit
You weird ass bitches don't get it
Don't give a f*ck
All you bitches are niggas
Aesthetically stuntin' on niggas
Wha you thinkin' you checkin' who
Wait you thinkin' you checkin' me
Wait you thinkin' you checkin' who
Fans gone come
I ain't stressin
Bout it knock a couple niggas down
Like a pound I'ma sound making noise
Big dog of this shit
Never keep quiet
All these rappers ain't puttin' the work in
Just wrote it and played it for millions
Not f*ckin' with minions
Despicable bitches got hatred for what bitch
This is my year no days off
Foot on you niggas I get why they envy
Can't stand no groupie
Don't give a f*ck if you like me
Chance and tiki
We stoppin' hoes life
If you crossing us
Pull a lil' sauce Now
This bitch all slippery
Show him game now he claiming
He want the fame
I don't f*ck with that nigga
That wear fro's
Cus he talk too much lil' bitch
Caution tape on the scene
'Cause that nigga dead
Nigga dead One false move
I'm comin' comin' like feds
One statement
Why you mad
'Cause I'm rising up
All my haters talk that's cool
I'ma run it up stack it up
Shitin' on you niggas that don't ever drop like me Don't even f*ck with y'all really
I'm doin' my big one
Stay doin' my big one
I could be a ghost writer
I don't give a'f what a nigga got to say about me
Nine times outta ten they only hating prolly
To turnt up yea we lit but no it ain't a party
Thought shit was a game now a nigga sorry
Pull up and the whip got two doors
Oh and the house got two floors
I cant be pressed by two whores
Matter fact I'm too bored
Ion give a f*ck ion give a f*ck how ya feel
Big black trucks and behind that wheel
Is a young black king & a nigga that kill
Use my words I ain't gotta use steel
But if I did make it clap clap
Niggas watch face but they won't double tap
Put my trust up in god cause hoes really be cap
I was never really for all the yap yap yap
Are you runnin yo hands or you runnin yo mouth?
We run up them bands while you runnin out
Are you coming outside bitch we'll run in yo house?
I'm just so i-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t
Yea you know what that mean