IDC

(Pull up, pull up, pull up, yeah)

Pull up in the truck I'm late, yeah

Thinkin' 'bout all the bands I'm yet to make and

I was lookin for you in the crowd, dipped out

I'ma put this shit on play with or without you

Without you

Without you

Do I give a shit about you?

Fucking lil' bitch, I'ma devour you

Casting spells like I never had no values

Fuck you

Does it look like I care about you?

Fuck your mom, little sister, and your dad too

At back of the show, I'm waiting

Scrolling through my phone in vain when

Get a text saying y'all want in for free

These little bitches don't know anything about me

About me, that's funny

I remember when they called me ugly

Now I'm sitting front row at the runway

Wilhelmina models steady tryna fuck me

Fuck you

Does it look like I care about you?

Fuck your mom, little sister, and your dad too

You geeking I don't wanna see you

Playing big shows, sellin' out venues

Like a rockstar, pull up in the black car

While youre blacked out, back of your mom's house

I tried to give myself reason

But I think our trust lost meaning

Guess they noticed that I'm freezing

All on your knees and pleading

Fuck you

Does it look like I care about you?

Fuck your mom, little sister, and your dad too

You lost out, I don't wanna listen

Kept my eyes straight and my vision

Can miss me with your inhibitions

Focused on me, I'ma detox that shit

Where were you when I fell?

Now I'm up, everybody callin' my cell

Decline, I'm doing what I wanna do

I'ma bool hard in an apartment with a fucking view

Bool hard, an apartment with a fucking view