G.A.F

You ain't really good enough
Nigga don't push your luck
Mandem talking so much shit
We don't really give a fuck
True say I'm still broke
But best believe I'm coming up
Crush whoever try stop man
Cause we don't really give a fuck
Nah
We don't really give a fuck
We don't really give a fuck
When you see us pulling up
7 niggas in the cut
Niggas chatting like we're friends
You were never one of us
Mad move in your ends
We don't really give a fuck
We don't really give a fuck
Don't talk points I don't care who's winning
Badman who? Tell a man stop kidding
Dot dot where? Who the fuck you killing
Splashed up what? You ain't on no drillings
Bare man tryna act hard for the net
Thinking it's jokes till they end up dead
Man said he had that skeng though
But his Opps had him running in the AM
Fam dead that, Put the skeng back
Stack P till your only worry is about the jet lag
Pull up to the show, two hoes near me
So you know I'm only thinking bout the head fam
Couldn't give a fuck about a next man
Bad b, Imma undress that
Lighty on my line no text back
You'd have thought I ironed niggas how their so pressed Fam
You ain't really good enough
Nigga don't push your luck
Mandem talking so much shit
We don't really give a fuck
True say I'm still broke
But best believe I'm coming up
Crush whoever try stop man
Cause we don't really give a fuck
Nah
We don't really give a fuck
We don't really give a fuck
When you see us pulling up
7 niggas in the cut
Niggas chatting like we're friends
You were never one of us
Mad move in your ends
We don't really give a fuck
We don't really give a fuck



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Writer(s): Emile
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