IDGAF

Ain't gon' lie, a **** be goin' through shit too though, man

Lost a couple of people, you **** can't tell

Not to no gun violence though

Hardbody

**** doubted me (Yeah)

Give no fuck about them (Uh-uh)

We can talk 'bout Bs, but who all made two-hundred thousand? (No one)

I get fresh, don't got no stylist (No one, no one)

He on track, he need a wheel alignment

I only pop out at nighttime, Glock got flashlight, that bitch blind 'em

Pop out, like, uh, bow, bow

I don't even know how we got opps, ain't nobody did shit to us (No bap, we good)

We treat **** just like toilets, hit they blocks and leave 'em flushed (Like what, like what?)

**** tryna play dead just like Andy, you can take some, won't get up (Ha, no bap)

That's okay, big Glock gon' stand over, you know foenem do too much

Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop

Drop three out, my soda Crush, make a bad bitch bubble bust

No, I cannot cuff a slut, I be somewhere cuffin' bucks

Mighta let a ho do too much, but she listen, ho, shut up

Last year when I wasn't rappin', got my hot cars, boy, you fucked

All my savages on tweak shit, you on opp shit, that's a plus (No bap)

We lost five guys, I wish you stopped woofin', defense, that's a must (No bappin')

The world gon' stop, I was just in New York in the back recordin' a Bentley truck (No bappin', no bappin')

I was leanin' on my way back home from the stu', just crashed out, what the fuck?

You swerve around, you get fucked up, ain't gon' lie, I know it's dumb

No bap, I am a gangster, **** goofy, they be frontin'

We put **** on hangers, shout out 40, he the one (No bap)

Wintertime, I tote thirties, summertime, come with my drum

Uh, cook shit like chicken curry, **** food, we chop 'em up

Uh, no bap, I'm rich for L, where D at, I won't have a son

Call shit like Kendrick Nunn, **** can't hoop, they be buns

They can't go hat for hat or rack for rack, these tough-ass bums

We spin shit while the sun up, we been here since crack of dawn

And yo' lil' ho a thottie, she at my house, off the Don' (Lil' thot cheeks)

Boy, we do hits for fun (Lil' thot cheeks)

**** get hit, then bleed out

Bullets changin' his shirt color, these **** know what we 'bout (This shit bad)

**** know how I'm bleedin', my first mission, let off squeezin' (Uh-huh)

Every day I pray to God, but ain't gon' lie, I feel a demon (Not gon' bap)

Ain't gon' bap, I don't need no reason, ain't gon' bap, I move strategic (No mission)

Ain't gon' bap, these **** bitches, get out the way, boy, it's my season

Riches, hop off me

**** doubted me (Yeah)

Give no fuck about them (Uh-uh)

We can talk 'bout B's, but who all made two-hundred thousand?

I'll get it first, I don't got no stylist

He on track, he need a wheel alignment (No one)

I only pop out at nighttime, Glock got flashlight, that bitch blind 'em

You want it? Another one, hop off

**** doubted me (Yeah)

Give no fuck about them (Uh-uh)

We can talk 'bout B's, but who all made two-hundred thousand? (No one)

I get fresh, don't got no stylist (No one)

He on track, he need a wheel alignment

I only pop out at nighttime, Glock got flashlight, that bitch blind 'em

Pop some shit

Y'all know how the fuck we rockin', man, this shit all the way from L.A. right now

Foenem in L.A., man, you know how the fuck we comin', man, bow-bow-bow