I Don't Care
(Crash!)
(Aye 95)
(Aye, aye, No Mercy)
(Come in here, Crash)
(Wtf?)
(You Know that)
Ion really care about a soul
Y'all can go to hell
If you ain't my family or No Mercy
Ion wish you well
Cause I know if I quit you ain't gon care
But nah I'm gon prevail
I ain't gotta tell her that I'm real
I know that she can tell
He said he want smoke, I dropped my loc
Now he done tucked his tail
I can't social beef on no computer
Don't say it just do it
Punch em in the jaw, he looking goofy
And talking real stupid
Madagascar w the work
I like to move it move it
.223 and .556 hit different
Try not to confuse em
I was on the bus with flamethrowers
In the 7th grade
Mama found my lighter, took my phone
But I still love my flame
I know I'm gon make it
Cause I won't let 'em get in my way
Waking up to 7-figure bank accounts gon make my day
Hellcat, Trackhawk, i like all them fast cars
Need me a lil wifey ting, got tired of you fast broads
I'm bouta sign a deal
I gotta fuck all of this cash off
Run me up a Mil at 22, just from my laptop
Found the missing piece, start making beats
S/O to crash dawg
If he sent a $1000 for a pack
Yeah that's a crash call
If we cop a telly imma treat her like a ragdoll
Haters on my dick
Lemme cop this drake and make 'em back off
Groupies at the telly, like I'm Future
Tell em mask off
I hate when weirdo bitches try kick it
Tell em move around
First they ask you why I go so hard
Now they just ask me how
He said he want beef, I tell his goofy ass go find a cow
I hit his favorite hoe and now he mad
Get a better grip
My brothers treat them sticks like Beyblades
They gon let em rip
My homie passed away at 19, that shit still got me sick
Ion really care about a soul
Y'all can go to hell
If you ain't my family or No Mercy
Ion wish you well
Cause I know if I quit you ain't gon care
But nah I'm gon prevail
I ain't gotta tell her that I'm real
I know that she can tell
He said he want smoke, I dropped my loc
Now he done tucked his tail
I can't social beef on no computer
Don't say it just do it
Punch em in the jaw, he looking goofy
And talking real stupid
Madagascar w the work
I like to move it move it
.223 and .556 hit different
Try not to confuse em
I was on the bus with flamethrowers
In the 7th grade
Mama found my lighter, took my phone
But I still love my flame
I know I'm gon make it
Cause I won't let 'em get in my way
(Tf is wrong with 'em)
(Aye 95)
(Aye, aye, No Mercy)
(Come in here, Crash)
(Wtf?)
(You Know that)
Ion really care about a soul
Y'all can go to hell
If you ain't my family or No Mercy
Ion wish you well
Cause I know if I quit you ain't gon care
But nah I'm gon prevail
I ain't gotta tell her that I'm real
I know that she can tell
He said he want smoke, I dropped my loc
Now he done tucked his tail
I can't social beef on no computer
Don't say it just do it
Punch em in the jaw, he looking goofy
And talking real stupid
Madagascar w the work
I like to move it move it
.223 and .556 hit different
Try not to confuse em
I was on the bus with flamethrowers
In the 7th grade
Mama found my lighter, took my phone
But I still love my flame
I know I'm gon make it
Cause I won't let 'em get in my way
Waking up to 7-figure bank accounts gon make my day
Hellcat, Trackhawk, i like all them fast cars
Need me a lil wifey ting, got tired of you fast broads
I'm bouta sign a deal
I gotta fuck all of this cash off
Run me up a Mil at 22, just from my laptop
Found the missing piece, start making beats
S/O to crash dawg
If he sent a $1000 for a pack
Yeah that's a crash call
If we cop a telly imma treat her like a ragdoll
Haters on my dick
Lemme cop this drake and make 'em back off
Groupies at the telly, like I'm Future
Tell em mask off
I hate when weirdo bitches try kick it
Tell em move around
First they ask you why I go so hard
Now they just ask me how
He said he want beef, I tell his goofy ass go find a cow
I hit his favorite hoe and now he mad
Get a better grip
My brothers treat them sticks like Beyblades
They gon let em rip
My homie passed away at 19, that shit still got me sick
Ion really care about a soul
Y'all can go to hell
If you ain't my family or No Mercy
Ion wish you well
Cause I know if I quit you ain't gon care
But nah I'm gon prevail
I ain't gotta tell her that I'm real
I know that she can tell
He said he want smoke, I dropped my loc
Now he done tucked his tail
I can't social beef on no computer
Don't say it just do it
Punch em in the jaw, he looking goofy
And talking real stupid
Madagascar w the work
I like to move it move it
.223 and .556 hit different
Try not to confuse em
I was on the bus with flamethrowers
In the 7th grade
Mama found my lighter, took my phone
But I still love my flame
I know I'm gon make it
Cause I won't let 'em get in my way
(Tf is wrong with 'em)
Credits
Writer(s): Tango Mercana
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