IDGAF

Hello? (Hello?)
Yeah this Bizzle, what's up? (Yeah this Bizzle, what's up?)
Who? (Who?) Oh yeah, I know bro what about him?
(Oh yeah, I know bro what about him?)
Nigga what? (Nigga what?)
Bra check me out (bra check me out)

Best thing for you, is to get out my face
My attitude fuck it, they'll snatch from the waist
If you get in my way
Then they aim at yo' face, no game and no play (haha)
They do as I say (ohkay) and they hesitate never ever ever (ever!)
I guess my name Thor 'cause I stay with a hammer
I guess I'ma god 'cause I keep me a Trident
Please do not try me, I do have the power to bless you niggas (bang!)
Una vez mas (bang!), I do have the power to bless you niggas
I don't stress bout a nigga, 'cause I don't fuck with a nigga
Four fever (four fever) knock the chest out a nigga
And I'm bussin' what I'm holdin' (ohkay)
And the bitch hold a hunnet, like nigga fuck reloadin' (ohkay)
And ya' chest wide open like 24-7, Bizzle (Bizzle!)
I'll sell a fuck before I give one
Got ya' slut with me and she gon' fuck something nigga
'Cause she say she don't fuck with ya' nigga
'Cause ya' lame little nigga, I'm switchin' lanes little nigga
Don't play little nigga let's bang
3G (skert, skert, skert, skert, skert, skert) (ohkay)
And I don't give a fuck about you (I-I, I don't give a fuck)
Who you is or what you do (what you do)

'Cause I don't give a fuck about you, who you is
What you do (what you do)
And I don't give a fuck about you
Who you with, make your move
I'm so high I'm so high

I don't really give a fuck, a nigga live it up
Feel like a million bucks, I hop off in the truck
And then I lit it up, and yeah we gettin' blowed (okay, okay)
Got me feelin' stuck, and I'm in my zone (true)
Bitches comin' poppin' up to my home (skert, skert)
Bitches blockin' numbers callin' my phone (blurp)
Bitches stalkin' me won't leave me alone (damn)
Bitches waitin' on me, niggas hatin' on me
I be makin' money, they be plottin' on me
Tryna take it from me, I be on a mission
'Cause I gotta get it, you know how I'm livin'
And I gotta vision, I be chasin' paper
Gotta thank a hater, that's my motivator
I can smoke a acre, if I'm on a label
Never gonna trade him
I be goin' hard Kobe on the Lakers (what?)
Wait listen
I'ma take it to another level
Let a motherfucker know what I'm bout (I'm bout)
I'm catchin' these plays
These haters like cornerbacks runnin' my routes (got damn, got damn)
Then shit get real, you ain't pay yo' bill
So I cut yo' lights out (fap, fap, fap, fap)
Bitch I'm on my grind, you ain't got no time
Get the money I'm out (gone)

'Cause I don't give a fuck about you
Who you is, what you do (what you do)
And I don't give a fuck about you, who you with, make your move
I'm so high, I'm so high



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Writer(s): Leroy Lavare Davis
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