I.D.G.A.F
Bitch, I ain't a blood, but if I was, I'd be a blood
Looking for the plug, hit me up, I need more drugs
Shawty called me up, tryna fuck, she need more love
Drinks, bring 'em up, get a cup, watch me pour it up
Money on my mind, I don't mind, might just spend a dime
Shawty looking fine, give me time to look through your mind
Look and you will find, got no time to be off my grind
Pussy niggas never want beef, uh, pork rinds
Ah, I just might take off straight to Venus
She gon' get fucked if she look at my penis
You high as fuck if you really think that you can win this
We'll fuck you up and make sure everybody's here to witness
Are you listening? Can you listen to me, Linda?
You niggas sweet and artificial, something like Splenda
I'm sittin' at the top, but I'm a 5'7 nigga
I got K's in the bank like I'm in a Klan nigga (yeah)
(Yeah) whoa, you niggas know I got the power, nigga
(Yeah) huh, I fuck yo' bitch for 'bout an hour, nigga
Yeah, you got the nerve to be mad at me?
Yeah, then I'ma fuck her in the shower, nigga
Yeah, I made this song 'cause I don't give a fuck
Yeah, you're hiding from me like a tummy tuck
Finesse a check, get it back, then we cash it
All you niggas see through, something like plastic
Bitch, I ain't a crip, but if I was, I'd be a crip
Walkin' with a limp, like a pimp, that's that crip walk
Let the chips talk, you don't wanna see me pissed off
Make yo' ass take a fuckin' flight, lift off
Bitch, I don't bang, but if I did, I'd be in a gang
Let my nuts hang, swang, swang, slang, slang, slang
Got her leg shaking, so I call her jangalang-lang
Love it when she tell me that she loves my dangalang-lang
Lotta y'all be rappin', but y'all always say the same thing
Got an Asian bitch, think her last name is Ling-Ling
Funny how a nigga get them notes, but I can't sing
This a celebration, make a toast, ting, ting!
I would like to show appreciation to everybody
That told me that I'd never make it
I've always been a real one, I never had to fake it
A nigga stay droppin' heat without no ventilation
Don't need a vacation
(Yeah) whoa, you niggas know I got the power, nigga
(Yeah) huh, I fuck yo' bitch for 'bout an hour, nigga
Yeah, you got the nerve to be mad at me?
Yeah, then I'ma fuck her in the shower, nigga
Yeah, I made this song 'cause I don't give a fuck (okay)
Yeah, you're hiding from me like a tummy tuck (that's right)
Finesse a check (yeah), get it back, then we cash it (yeah)
All you niggas see through, something like plastic
Bitch, I'm taking booty, boarding vessels like a pirate
I like white girls, they either German or they probably Irish
Bitch a passenger, she bending over, toppin' up the pilot
Them niggas tried to sell me, and I still ain't buy it
If I get back with my ex, then you know I'm starting a riot
I was 14 when they barely started to like it
I'm the best in my city, yo' ass retarded to fight it
Throw the gloves on, you know Mike Tyson
Let's get to fighting, huh
Y'all Kakashi, ain't no stoppin' all the copyin'
It's Blueface, we hide the wet sign and get to moppin' 'em
That's Ducati, two little bodies, you know we're coppin' em
New rappers, same flows, y'all a repeat of homonyms
Saying I'm the best isn't nothing above a compliment
I'm still on top and still ain't flexin' accomplishments
Put me on any track, and I'll prove to be competent
I'm burying the enemy 'cause I'm carrying confidence
(Yeah) whoa, you niggas know I got the power, nigga
(Yeah) huh, I fuck yo' bitch for 'bout an hour, nigga
Yeah, you got the nerve to be mad at me?
Yeah, then I'ma fuck her in the shower, nigga
Yeah, I made this song 'cause I don't give a fuck
Yeah, you're hiding from me like a tummy tuck
Finesse a check, get it back, then we cash it
All you niggas see through, something like plastic
Yo' bitch said my dick is fantastic
We gon' fuckin' make it classic
Round two, it's just remastered
My sex drive always thrive on the mattress
Spark the flame, got the games now, get the matches
When we're done, I'ma make her pussy hold the ashes
Bitch, I'm classless, you're my slave, don't hide the lashes
Beat it up like I'm Cassius
Thought you licked me, bitch, I got several stashes
Mad at me 'cause I got an STD and probably gave you rashes
Bitch, I don't give a fuck, I see a hole, then blast it
A black bastard, I'll fuck your body in a casket
Bitch, I mastered the art of rhyme in due time
You see disaster, after that, comes the laughter
I just came to fuck, I don't care what happens after
Only thick bitches on my team, if she lean, we won't draft her
Don't cry like Kawhi, bitch, you with the Raptors
(Yeah) whoa, you niggas know I got the power, nigga
(I told y'all niggas y'all ain't ready, mane)
(Yeah) huh, I fuck yo' bitch for 'bout an hour, nigga
(Fuck all these bitch ass niggas)
Yeah, you got the nerve to be mad at me?
(Fuck all you hoe ass bitches)
Yeah, then I'ma fuck her in the shower, nigga
Yeah, I made this song 'cause I don't give a fuck
(It's chlamydia on my dick 'til the death of me, nigga)
Yeah, you're hiding from me like a tummy tuck
(Fuck all of y'all, I don't give a fuck)
Looking for the plug, hit me up, I need more drugs
Shawty called me up, tryna fuck, she need more love
Drinks, bring 'em up, get a cup, watch me pour it up
Money on my mind, I don't mind, might just spend a dime
Shawty looking fine, give me time to look through your mind
Look and you will find, got no time to be off my grind
Pussy niggas never want beef, uh, pork rinds
Ah, I just might take off straight to Venus
She gon' get fucked if she look at my penis
You high as fuck if you really think that you can win this
We'll fuck you up and make sure everybody's here to witness
Are you listening? Can you listen to me, Linda?
You niggas sweet and artificial, something like Splenda
I'm sittin' at the top, but I'm a 5'7 nigga
I got K's in the bank like I'm in a Klan nigga (yeah)
(Yeah) whoa, you niggas know I got the power, nigga
(Yeah) huh, I fuck yo' bitch for 'bout an hour, nigga
Yeah, you got the nerve to be mad at me?
Yeah, then I'ma fuck her in the shower, nigga
Yeah, I made this song 'cause I don't give a fuck
Yeah, you're hiding from me like a tummy tuck
Finesse a check, get it back, then we cash it
All you niggas see through, something like plastic
Bitch, I ain't a crip, but if I was, I'd be a crip
Walkin' with a limp, like a pimp, that's that crip walk
Let the chips talk, you don't wanna see me pissed off
Make yo' ass take a fuckin' flight, lift off
Bitch, I don't bang, but if I did, I'd be in a gang
Let my nuts hang, swang, swang, slang, slang, slang
Got her leg shaking, so I call her jangalang-lang
Love it when she tell me that she loves my dangalang-lang
Lotta y'all be rappin', but y'all always say the same thing
Got an Asian bitch, think her last name is Ling-Ling
Funny how a nigga get them notes, but I can't sing
This a celebration, make a toast, ting, ting!
I would like to show appreciation to everybody
That told me that I'd never make it
I've always been a real one, I never had to fake it
A nigga stay droppin' heat without no ventilation
Don't need a vacation
(Yeah) whoa, you niggas know I got the power, nigga
(Yeah) huh, I fuck yo' bitch for 'bout an hour, nigga
Yeah, you got the nerve to be mad at me?
Yeah, then I'ma fuck her in the shower, nigga
Yeah, I made this song 'cause I don't give a fuck (okay)
Yeah, you're hiding from me like a tummy tuck (that's right)
Finesse a check (yeah), get it back, then we cash it (yeah)
All you niggas see through, something like plastic
Bitch, I'm taking booty, boarding vessels like a pirate
I like white girls, they either German or they probably Irish
Bitch a passenger, she bending over, toppin' up the pilot
Them niggas tried to sell me, and I still ain't buy it
If I get back with my ex, then you know I'm starting a riot
I was 14 when they barely started to like it
I'm the best in my city, yo' ass retarded to fight it
Throw the gloves on, you know Mike Tyson
Let's get to fighting, huh
Y'all Kakashi, ain't no stoppin' all the copyin'
It's Blueface, we hide the wet sign and get to moppin' 'em
That's Ducati, two little bodies, you know we're coppin' em
New rappers, same flows, y'all a repeat of homonyms
Saying I'm the best isn't nothing above a compliment
I'm still on top and still ain't flexin' accomplishments
Put me on any track, and I'll prove to be competent
I'm burying the enemy 'cause I'm carrying confidence
(Yeah) whoa, you niggas know I got the power, nigga
(Yeah) huh, I fuck yo' bitch for 'bout an hour, nigga
Yeah, you got the nerve to be mad at me?
Yeah, then I'ma fuck her in the shower, nigga
Yeah, I made this song 'cause I don't give a fuck
Yeah, you're hiding from me like a tummy tuck
Finesse a check, get it back, then we cash it
All you niggas see through, something like plastic
Yo' bitch said my dick is fantastic
We gon' fuckin' make it classic
Round two, it's just remastered
My sex drive always thrive on the mattress
Spark the flame, got the games now, get the matches
When we're done, I'ma make her pussy hold the ashes
Bitch, I'm classless, you're my slave, don't hide the lashes
Beat it up like I'm Cassius
Thought you licked me, bitch, I got several stashes
Mad at me 'cause I got an STD and probably gave you rashes
Bitch, I don't give a fuck, I see a hole, then blast it
A black bastard, I'll fuck your body in a casket
Bitch, I mastered the art of rhyme in due time
You see disaster, after that, comes the laughter
I just came to fuck, I don't care what happens after
Only thick bitches on my team, if she lean, we won't draft her
Don't cry like Kawhi, bitch, you with the Raptors
(Yeah) whoa, you niggas know I got the power, nigga
(I told y'all niggas y'all ain't ready, mane)
(Yeah) huh, I fuck yo' bitch for 'bout an hour, nigga
(Fuck all these bitch ass niggas)
Yeah, you got the nerve to be mad at me?
(Fuck all you hoe ass bitches)
Yeah, then I'ma fuck her in the shower, nigga
Yeah, I made this song 'cause I don't give a fuck
(It's chlamydia on my dick 'til the death of me, nigga)
Yeah, you're hiding from me like a tummy tuck
(Fuck all of y'all, I don't give a fuck)
Credits
Writer(s): Darius Lewis, Uylus Johnson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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