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I.D.G.A.F Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I don't give a fuck imma count up all these bands
I don't give a fuck imma bring up all my friends
I don't give a fuck I be fucking on some tens
I don't give a fuck imma fly them straight to France
Fucking on a bad bitch she fantastic she real nasty
Trying get drastic fucking in traffic got her in the backseat
Word to momma word to my dad word to my papa
I dont wanna lie when I'm on top smoking like a Rasta
Gotta fuck it up when I'm off that perc
Getting too high gotta leave this earth
Taking too much cause I'm always hurt
Out of my friends I'll be the first
First one to die when they take my life
Getting too high they can change my vibe
Smoking all night till my lungs fall off
Imma take my life imma go end it all
Trying to kick it old school when I gotta flow
Trynna get higher when I gotta roll up
Babygirl a fan cause she really like to blow
I'm never late cause I never like to show up
Now I'm bout to blow up when I'm bout to glow up
Hop in the whip imma take off like a plane
But I never show up when I always toke up
You can have the bitch cause she really insane
When I make a move moving like John Wick
Sipping on the juice all the way till I'm sick
Opps on the Morty shit I be grandpa Rick
Shots with a forty clip haters on my dick
I don't give a fuck imma count up all these bands
I don't give a fuck imma bring up all my friends
I don't give a fuck I be fucking on some tens
I don't give a fuck imma fly them straight to France
Workin by myself I'm my own damn boss
Getting fly like wings dripping in hot sauce
Switched like a light switch but I'm turned off
And I'm always winning never took a single loss
Run up on my gang and we pull up on yo team
Then we let rain that's how we make a scene
Puffing on a blunt imma do my own thing
Loading up my gun imma bring all the pain
Run up on a bitch imma shoot his head off
That's a no cap imma knock his dreads off
Running in circles like a dance off
Fuck with me find out what I'm made of
I've been drinking light years yeah I feel a buzz
Pull up on yo gang never keep the Glock tucked
Keep it blacked out got my face covered up
Gotta make it out straight from the mud
Haters hit me up cause they don't like me
Haters hit me up cause that wanna fight me
Trynna get the money but I don't wanna die
Always acting funny got death on my mind
Fuck a fake hoe gotta do what I say
Get the bankroll gotta get the fucking pay