F**k About (feat. Undu Kati, BRI.L.Y, Eli Supa Fly, King Sekou & JimmyJamez)

I don't give a fuck about the stones in your clocks, how many hoes you got
To any of the cars in your parking lot, check how much coke you sell on your block
Or what guns you shot, and fuck all of your jewels, nigga, none of that's hot
I don't give a fuck about the stones in your clocks, how many hoes you got

To any of the cars in your parking lot, check how much coke you sell on your block
Or what guns you shot, and fuck all of your jewels, nigga, none of that's hot
I'm not holding back, still tryna get right back on track
But they try to hold me, get off my dick, you can blow me

I'm sick of cats, got my tongue, niggas acting really dumb
Negro, please, you acting like you've been through this
I'm tired of yes, yes, yes, fuck all your questions
Want that pity party, sass off from them big statements

Face pretty, invoke paper, you get me
Zooming through the city, living my best life, it's a lemmy
I need to come up, so niggas had to flip dope
I was on the street when niggas had no hope

Never gave a fiend fake work, no soap
I had to shift from China, came off the boat
Niggas over there, refaking the funk
I don't do a layup, it's a Vince Cardi dunk

Drip fantastic, she on the knees like a monk
Glizzy on me, so the shit's not in the trunk
Baby mama tripping, I've been sipping, thinking bout her
But my mind been feeling cloudy, I should probably take a shower

Got me living in the moment, my life is feeling good
I go everywhere I want it, I go everywhere I should
All my niggas got it, making profit for the hood
No, I'm not a prophet, cause I can't be understood

Shipping up the work and everything I cook is good
Shipping up the work
I don't give a fuck about the stones in your clocks
How many hoes you got, so any other cars in your parking lot

So how much coke you sell on your block or with gums you shot
And fuck all of your jewels, nigga, none of that's hot
I don't give a fuck about the stones in your clocks
How many hoes you got, so any other cars in your parking lot

So how much coke you sell on your block or with gums you shot
And fuck all of your jewels, nigga, none of that's hot
Funny, sloop games, married to gaming
The hustle insane, deranged saying hip hop scotch

Divorcing that dividends, we could leave the old game in
I'm not stepping right out, doge doge diamond
Fit bullshit bitching in dimension
Cut the light on too many on a glisten

When I got the sun jealous, killing all my shining
I go chilling on my blinding
Body bag, anybody for the bag, for the bag
Back up all the bills I've gotten

Make the payments, full attention
Ignoring any other nonsense
I'm a prophet, prophesizing prophecies for a profit
My life is not a payment, based on your statements

Following your own gothic, I am graven
So I beat the pussy up, call it fight night
Grab the dragon balls, wish her back to life
Call of duty baby, stab you with a knife

I'm on the roof chilling, I'm a snipe
Crap bros gang, yeah that's for life
I've been trapping since, I was on a bike
On the block posting, eating Mike and Nikes

Releasing them birds like a magician
No cartwheels but I'm flipping
Getting money was the mission
Sicko gang we really rock

Thicker than a rabid dog, bigger than a mastodon
M.O.B. that mean we mob, truly with the gang
Make a movie when we shooting off
I don't need no niggas like the dead weight

I shake it off, came to break the bread
Oven hot and I'ma bake it off
Ain't no morning if the end, dead and I'ma kill it off
In the trenches with my niggas, try and beat it off

Pop in your head, I'm television, I television
See you signal the money big, the prob babe
You get robbed, swap your crumbs, hot straw man
I don't give two shits, my skin be crawling

Fuck your Jews, your stones and your watch man
You get clocked, sun burning and sun get blocked
For Gazy you stop, inflate you then pop
Rigidly, razorly, sharp, crookedly, crazy, can't stop