no cares (feat. Goxan)
Roll up that za and I'm ready to go
Pour up that drank after we hit the store
I'ma slide in a sec, just send me the lo'
When we in the city, they hiding they hoes
Ice on my neck, and ice on my nose
Numb and I'm dumb and I'm out of control
These cappers like laundry, they ready to fold
Soon as she see me, I know who she chose
Yeah I don't know where you think you goin'
You ain't goin' no where
This bitch be steady playing games, but I don't wanna go there
I know she want the best for me
But I guess I got no cares
Yeah I be that sad boy, but I don't got no tears
Riding 'round town, behind tint
With my glock out
Riding 'round town with your bitch, giving top out
Hundred round drum, on that blick, spray ya' block down
I don't love that bitch, I'm just tryna' see what that mouth 'bout
Living this shit, I don't need to exaggerate
Smoke in my blunt is 'gone make you evaporate
Walk in the room, the bitches they saturate
Know that she think about me when she masturbate
I get the money, I don't need a donation
Higher than shit, like I mastered flotation
So many bitches I could start my own nation
Watch your mouth better fix your dictation
Yeah I don't know where you think you goin'
You ain't goin' no where
This bitch be steady playing games but I don't wanna go there
I know she want the best for me
But I guess I got no cares
Yeah I be that sad boy, but I don't got no tears
Pour up that drank after we hit the store
I'ma slide in a sec, just send me the lo'
When we in the city, they hiding they hoes
Ice on my neck, and ice on my nose
Numb and I'm dumb and I'm out of control
These cappers like laundry, they ready to fold
Soon as she see me, I know who she chose
Yeah I don't know where you think you goin'
You ain't goin' no where
This bitch be steady playing games, but I don't wanna go there
I know she want the best for me
But I guess I got no cares
Yeah I be that sad boy, but I don't got no tears
Riding 'round town, behind tint
With my glock out
Riding 'round town with your bitch, giving top out
Hundred round drum, on that blick, spray ya' block down
I don't love that bitch, I'm just tryna' see what that mouth 'bout
Living this shit, I don't need to exaggerate
Smoke in my blunt is 'gone make you evaporate
Walk in the room, the bitches they saturate
Know that she think about me when she masturbate
I get the money, I don't need a donation
Higher than shit, like I mastered flotation
So many bitches I could start my own nation
Watch your mouth better fix your dictation
Yeah I don't know where you think you goin'
You ain't goin' no where
This bitch be steady playing games but I don't wanna go there
I know she want the best for me
But I guess I got no cares
Yeah I be that sad boy, but I don't got no tears
Credits
Writer(s): Wilson Ransom
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