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[verse 1: luke bar$]
wake in the morning, i gotta go get it
my palms keep on itching, there’s roach in the kitchen
i hate how i’m living, it f_cked up my mental
can’t talk to a n_gga, vent on instrumentals
i gotta get it, my mom need a bentley, my dad need a bentley
you reach for my pockets we pop at your belly
i seen a n_gga get all of the money
but never did once did i ever get jealous
i put my head down and put bands together, you see how i’m coming
i want n_ggas dead
he talkin’ too much, i took that as a threat
i ain’t reasonable, i’m like what jesus do?
i can just pray for you, i can just spray for you
that b_tch a snake, girl, you know i can’t lay with you
i want a frеak b_tch that move like how megan do
i еat the p_ssy, it taste like how mangos do
callin’ me papi and i ain’t even tell her to
seem like the money make n_ggas more scared of you
first they gon’ envy you, then they all proud of you, then they gon’ envy you
i seen this story go ’round like a hula hoop
come to my city, you’ll see what we do to you
he only fifteen, he walk with a 22
ain’t no one talk ’bout it like this sh_t usual
[chorus]
we don’t give a f_ck
we don’t give a f_ck
we don’t give a f_ck
we don’t give a f_ck

[verse 2: meech bold]
uh
f_ck all that timid sh_t, homie, i’m swingin’ quick
build up some muscle
i ain’t gon’ tussle with none of you suckers
you sleeping ’til noon
bursting your bubble, you dry like a prune
them n_ggas is coons, black when it’s june
show ’em the rules, we break ’em
show me who lost, we’ll save them
head on the pavement, history x him
we don’t respect him
music get lost, we highly effective
e on his pager, he been the enforcer
f_ck being cordial, want me a tour bus
start givin’ orders, cool
keep switchin’ sides like an audible
you can’t compare to our artist, fool
look at the charts, i see all this bull
a lot of y’all don’t get involved with truth
the tommy got power, bodies gon’ drop
pass me the henny, my liquor on rocks
if sheed bringin’ ten of them, five are gon’ flock
meech is a magnant, her body count risin’
never content, you likin’ the bench
you talk like a b_tch, she feeling on meech
one hand on my—, my tongue on her—
motherf_cker
[chorus]
we don’t give a f_ck
we don’t give a f_ck
we don’t give a f_ck
we don’t give a f_ck

[verse 3: jiles]
got problems with n_ggas, address ’em
my b_tch is so gangster, don’t f_ck with no dresses
flashing red dots like we leaving a message
my mans is a crash, doubt he makes it to heaven
n_ggasdon’t know what the kid like
bare_face shootings in the daylight
do jail calls, i don’t send kites
bend the b_tch forward like i said hike
n_ggas don’t know what you talkin’ ’bout
slide in dms, now it’s in her mouth
me and your b_tch, we in dumpling house
want me to sign, i need a big amount
figure out, the gang all homies
n_gga, you’s a one_trick pony
still f_ck officer mosley
geeker in the hall and he od’d
tint my b_tch whip, feel like jody
i’m not a baby boy, i am a big dog
spent five bands in bergdof
don’t ask price, that’s a turn_off
she comes with baggage like goyard
but rides d_ck like go_karts
i mix stone island sweats with a_cold_wall
i’m just talking my sh_t, i’m just thuggin’ that sh_t
put some bass in your voice, you sound like a b_tch
you little_ass n_gga, little_ass n_gga
you ugly in the face and your mama don’t love you
don’t get no p_ssy, i don’t got nothing for you
i spent two bands on chrome heart denim
this sh_t too easy, you ain’t on my level
back when n_ggas sold stones like pebbles
you was fake tough, you was acting like a rebel
whole hood had dog food like kennels
sh_t had a bad bite, something like dentals
i was in the hood, sit back and peep game
we pressing n_ggas, ain’t giving no leeway
if i don’t hear vb, we jumping your dj
your sh_t is trash, ain’t got no replay
[chorus]
we don’t give a f_ck
we don’t give a f_ck
we don’t give a f_ck
we don’t give a f_ck

[verse 4: felix]
moment of silence, what’s up with you? yalla
i’m standing lil’ tall like a capital letter
if it’s some botter, i’m coppin’
the process was long, but i’m here and i’m after whoever
do me a solid, don’t bring up no negative energy, shorty, as long as you ’round us
i want the spinach, the broccoli, lettuce
wake up and murder bravado the denim
top of the mornin’, pourin’ a rum and a soda
when i’m off a crumb like i’m bori
she in a mode, tryna get all our number
while me and lyor playin’ ring’ round the rollie
i’m a contender
plotting that ’92 benz, let’s ride through the valley together
give me the medal
they think that they talkin’ that heavy, but really they light as a feather
i was a jit up in florida
wanna be wealthy and my cousin rockin’ girbauds
up in my city ’round n_ggas with sticks
some ice all around me, i feel like a goalie
make a decision, might head to the crib if i’m feeling
yo, felix, it’s five in the morning
rollin’ exotic and she wanna act like a zombie
okay, you can climb all up on me
is you up with me?
sh_t turn around and got sticky and you doin’ nothin’ about it
that sh_t just hit me
roll up an eighth and a meegi, i feel like garnett in the garden
something about him
n_gga ain’t movin’ the loudest, but n_ggas is knowin’ he got it
triple the product
you can’t get rid me, nada
suddenly, sh_t is aligning (suddenly)

[outro]
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- van buren records

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