Give No Fucks
Give no fucks bout no bitch
I been getting rich
Tat my name on ya body
Show that your love is real
I been shooting like curry
That range will get you killed
And my stick loaded
I'll blow it
Don't care bout how you feel
It's the king
Call me Cor
Hoe you know the vibes
So what my pockets be full
Ain't nothing for you inside
I bout to get back on the act
Don't wanna feel nothing inside
Where you was
When I was broke
Y'all ass ain't never ride
You ain't trynna see my shine
You don't wanna see me floss
You hate that I got the drip
You mad cause ima a boss
Fuck it, I'm stilling getting it off
Getting buckets
We score from the store
And I just poured up a 4
Rolled up gg the pack
This bitch keep talking
I need a action
What that mouth do tho
Got the shooter in the corner
Don't contest
You will loose eye
Hit him in his spine
Take a life
He deserved to die
I'm floating on load
In the clouds
Damn I'm stuck
Dripping foreign
I'm in Uk
I been busy
Phone on do not disturb
I been pouring syrup
Mixing hitech
With blue cookies
Lean all over the backwood
Had to update the drip
But I love vintage shit
Popping out fresh like a bitch
380 on my hip
Give no fucks bout a bitch
I been getting rich
Tat my name on ya body
Show that your love is real
I been shooting like curry
That range will get you killed
And that stick loaded
I'll blow it
Don't care bout how you feel
I'm just tryna fuck
But not tryna chill
I'm tryna fuck
I'm not tryna chill
Stacking up my paper
Till I see a mil
Don't tell me tht u love
If u ain't keeping it real
Known since a youngin
Had to keep a steel
Nigga my Iife I cherish it
The trigger on the gun
Pressing it
No hesitant
I ain't killer
But don't push me
Vet iQ but still
Considered as a rookie
Got skills n the talent
They overlooked me
Rolling up Mary Jane
Light it Up
Ineed my torch
Whip like a candy cane
Just hopping
Out the Porsche
Catch me
Jus swerving lanes
Pushing the gas
Wit all my force
She wanna b my main
Wanna be apart
Of my fortune
She say she love me
Whatever tht is
She only love me
Cus she see
What's on the fabric
To fuck me baby
U gotta pay me
I'm not your average
N if was u able to do tht
Then I think Thts flattering
Give no fucks bout a bitch
I been getting rich
Tat my name on ya body
Show that your love is real
I been shooting like curry
That range will get you killed
And that stick loaded
I'll blow it
Don't care bout how you feel
Smoking on this dope
I'm feeling like
I'm wiz Khalifa
Fuck this bitch one time
It was really nice to meet ya
Dirty brown water
When I'm sipping
On the liquor
And yea
You see the glow
You might wanna
Take a picture
Bag a bitch then
I fuck her next day
Hit it once
Don't got time for no lay
If a nigga want smoke
Let it spray
Crossover with the rock
Like filayyyyy
I never sleep nigga
I'm allergic to rest
Getting to the money
I be couting these checks
Balling hard
Nigggas fouling
Man call up a ref
And if you too close
You gon get
Hit with the Tec
Sipping on that dirty
Gotta keep that
30 on me
I ball like I'm curry
And yea
I keep them frames
On my face
Like it's blurry
Keep a couple hittas
With me so a nigga
Don't gotta worry
Give no fucks bout a bitch
I been getting rich
Tat my name on ya body
Show that your love is real
I been shooting like curry
That range will get you killed
And that stick loaded
I'll blow it
Don't care bout how you feel
I been getting rich
Tat my name on ya body
Show that your love is real
I been shooting like curry
That range will get you killed
And my stick loaded
I'll blow it
Don't care bout how you feel
It's the king
Call me Cor
Hoe you know the vibes
So what my pockets be full
Ain't nothing for you inside
I bout to get back on the act
Don't wanna feel nothing inside
Where you was
When I was broke
Y'all ass ain't never ride
You ain't trynna see my shine
You don't wanna see me floss
You hate that I got the drip
You mad cause ima a boss
Fuck it, I'm stilling getting it off
Getting buckets
We score from the store
And I just poured up a 4
Rolled up gg the pack
This bitch keep talking
I need a action
What that mouth do tho
Got the shooter in the corner
Don't contest
You will loose eye
Hit him in his spine
Take a life
He deserved to die
I'm floating on load
In the clouds
Damn I'm stuck
Dripping foreign
I'm in Uk
I been busy
Phone on do not disturb
I been pouring syrup
Mixing hitech
With blue cookies
Lean all over the backwood
Had to update the drip
But I love vintage shit
Popping out fresh like a bitch
380 on my hip
Give no fucks bout a bitch
I been getting rich
Tat my name on ya body
Show that your love is real
I been shooting like curry
That range will get you killed
And that stick loaded
I'll blow it
Don't care bout how you feel
I'm just tryna fuck
But not tryna chill
I'm tryna fuck
I'm not tryna chill
Stacking up my paper
Till I see a mil
Don't tell me tht u love
If u ain't keeping it real
Known since a youngin
Had to keep a steel
Nigga my Iife I cherish it
The trigger on the gun
Pressing it
No hesitant
I ain't killer
But don't push me
Vet iQ but still
Considered as a rookie
Got skills n the talent
They overlooked me
Rolling up Mary Jane
Light it Up
Ineed my torch
Whip like a candy cane
Just hopping
Out the Porsche
Catch me
Jus swerving lanes
Pushing the gas
Wit all my force
She wanna b my main
Wanna be apart
Of my fortune
She say she love me
Whatever tht is
She only love me
Cus she see
What's on the fabric
To fuck me baby
U gotta pay me
I'm not your average
N if was u able to do tht
Then I think Thts flattering
Give no fucks bout a bitch
I been getting rich
Tat my name on ya body
Show that your love is real
I been shooting like curry
That range will get you killed
And that stick loaded
I'll blow it
Don't care bout how you feel
Smoking on this dope
I'm feeling like
I'm wiz Khalifa
Fuck this bitch one time
It was really nice to meet ya
Dirty brown water
When I'm sipping
On the liquor
And yea
You see the glow
You might wanna
Take a picture
Bag a bitch then
I fuck her next day
Hit it once
Don't got time for no lay
If a nigga want smoke
Let it spray
Crossover with the rock
Like filayyyyy
I never sleep nigga
I'm allergic to rest
Getting to the money
I be couting these checks
Balling hard
Nigggas fouling
Man call up a ref
And if you too close
You gon get
Hit with the Tec
Sipping on that dirty
Gotta keep that
30 on me
I ball like I'm curry
And yea
I keep them frames
On my face
Like it's blurry
Keep a couple hittas
With me so a nigga
Don't gotta worry
Give no fucks bout a bitch
I been getting rich
Tat my name on ya body
Show that your love is real
I been shooting like curry
That range will get you killed
And that stick loaded
I'll blow it
Don't care bout how you feel
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Writer(s): Corey Sapp Jr
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