No Fucks To Give Lyrics

I got no fucks to give

Bout to go hop out that whip

Know Imma shoot of the rip

You ain't shooting shit I said buck up

Ain't bout the bread shut the fuck up

You talk to the feds undercover

I feel him with led say what up

What up

What up

What the Fuck is up

Cutta

Cutta

Walking down I cut him up

Heard he want to run up he run up and he get stabbed

That shit gonna happen you talking about them bags

Know I'm pistol packing you run up and you get whacked

Roll him in wood and then smoke him just like some pack

Light it up

The pipe is up

Ride with a flame

Bitch I'm outside with the gang

Big ole choppa let it ring

Let it sing

448 that's a stain

448 that's a pound

Moving that weight through your town

Keep me a K hunnid round

Shoot at his face gun him down

Gun him down

Wet him up

Hunnid round

Get him good

I would stand on my money but I'm afraid of heights

That's right

My money too tall

You get locked and I'm who you call

Couldn't fit my money in a U-haul

Even if I tried

Stuffing that bitch side to side

Too many racks in the ride

Way too many racks

Don't know how to spend it

Way too busy counting stacks

I'm feeling splendid

Wait until I double back

I'm bout to spin it

Spin on your block hood

It's looking not good

For you