Idgaf (feat. Vier)
I don't, I don't, I don't give a!
Haha ye, My dawg oaker did it ye
Aye, alright!
I don't give a fuck about these niggas, thought you knew
Niggas talking like they bout it, pussy boy you not gone shoot
I don't give a fuck about these nigga nothing new huh
Imma pull with that glock out, rock these niggas out the booth, huh
Say bye-bye hoe, see you later
None of these niggas is on my radar
Run to the guap, I count my paper
Try me bitch, I up my laser
Lil bitch get off me, I'm not yo nigga
Big Jedi shit my lights on saber
Shawty stay on me, she say I'm her savior
Nigga don't try me, I keep my blade up
Bitch I'm up, up, up, I'm soaring
Run to the paint little nigga, I'm scoring
So many bitches, I feel like a Mormon
Dunk on these niggas, I run it like Jordan
I'm getting my bag up, rack up
Tell all these niggas to back up
Nigga don't want a disaster
Voot me up bih, for that pack, huh
Like fuet, fuet
Jump on a jet to a check, ye
When I walk in I break necks, yes
Take a nigga bitch, he upset, ye
I'm running up all them checks, set it off like bet
I'm taking the crown and that shit on my set
How you wanna talk down on a nigga up next
Hop out and buss it with my tech
Fuet, fuet
I don't give a fuck about these niggas, thought you knew
Niggas talking like they bout it, pussy boy you not gone shoot
I don't give a fuck about these nigga nothing new huh
Imma pull with that glock out, rock these niggas out the booth, huh
Alright!
Haha ye, My dawg oaker did it ye
Aye, alright!
I don't give a fuck about these niggas, thought you knew
Niggas talking like they bout it, pussy boy you not gone shoot
I don't give a fuck about these nigga nothing new huh
Imma pull with that glock out, rock these niggas out the booth, huh
Say bye-bye hoe, see you later
None of these niggas is on my radar
Run to the guap, I count my paper
Try me bitch, I up my laser
Lil bitch get off me, I'm not yo nigga
Big Jedi shit my lights on saber
Shawty stay on me, she say I'm her savior
Nigga don't try me, I keep my blade up
Bitch I'm up, up, up, I'm soaring
Run to the paint little nigga, I'm scoring
So many bitches, I feel like a Mormon
Dunk on these niggas, I run it like Jordan
I'm getting my bag up, rack up
Tell all these niggas to back up
Nigga don't want a disaster
Voot me up bih, for that pack, huh
Like fuet, fuet
Jump on a jet to a check, ye
When I walk in I break necks, yes
Take a nigga bitch, he upset, ye
I'm running up all them checks, set it off like bet
I'm taking the crown and that shit on my set
How you wanna talk down on a nigga up next
Hop out and buss it with my tech
Fuet, fuet
I don't give a fuck about these niggas, thought you knew
Niggas talking like they bout it, pussy boy you not gone shoot
I don't give a fuck about these nigga nothing new huh
Imma pull with that glock out, rock these niggas out the booth, huh
Alright!
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Writer(s): $afra Disaster
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