930pm.CareLess Lyrics

Man I swear I am so careless

But really I can care less

So master with the whip make me wish I'm in the car less

She off the white girl like she walkin round a target

Don't let me catch you with the opp cause that's gon make yo ass a target

Kidday boy he stupid man he childish he retarded

Come around smell so much gas on him you'd think that someone farted

And you would think my name was jimmy how my dogs all got me guarded

I got two glocks ask what's they name it's ah and shame they hit the target

I'm a good Kidd I'm always confiscating goodies

Pull up shootin with the flashes on and turn the opps to footage

And the vette a 6-Speed like the stick I'm always clutchin

And the strap is my attire business casual it's tucked in

No that's out of question

Hold up did I mention

This money feel so uniform I'm always in a vest man

I'm always investin

Spending on myself I make it back I'm an investment

Okay everyone curious what's they obsession

Don't go into detail that make em upset and

I step in the room and I give off that aura

Ain gotta say shit they can tell that I'm different

They @ in me @ in me all In the comments ain blue green and purple you don't get a mention

Call up my cousin that girl like my bestie

I can't tell her shit cause I know it'll get messy

Pink and Purple in hair, my daughter that's for

Imma laugh in your face if you say that it's zesty

I hope in the Vettey from VA to Nati

Got K for the boy if he tryna get saucy

I move like a dentist I show off the white

Know that I'm ight

You see that Im flossin

If I think it's a set up that boy gon get wet up

He showin the signs

Im movin with caution

She send me the addy to pick up the addys

They judgin me judgin me say I'm a (GOAT)

The kidd in me kidding me

Don't think they feelin me

Bitch I'm stoner I want all the (SMOKE)

You know I'm with Lancha that's no lil boat

My head above water I'm stayin afloat

She lovin my lines she thinkin it's dope

My neighbors think I'm the plug and I think it's a joke

It's gettin colder outside

Boutta cop me a coat

That boy feelin froggy I tell em to croak

In love with my style cause that boy from New York

What part I reside Whatchu askin me for?