Letra de IDGAF - Chuckyy

I ain't gon' lie, a nigga be goin' through shit too though, man

Lost a couple of people, you niggas can't tell

Not to no gun violence though

Hard body

Niggas doubted me (Yeah)

Give no fuck about 'em (Uh-uh)

We can talk about B's, but who all made two hundred thousand? (No one)

I get fresh, don't got no stylist (No one, no one)

Hell Tracky need a wheel alignment

I only pop out at nighttime

Glock got a flashlight, that bitch blind 'em (Bah, bah)

I don't even know how we got opps, ain't nobody did shit to us (No bap, we good)

We treat niggas just like toilets, hit they blocks and leave 'em flushed (Like what, like what?)

Nigga tryna play dead just like Andy, you can take some more, get up (Ha, no bap)

That's okay, Big Opp gon' stand over, you know foenem do too much (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)

Drop three in my soda Crush

Make a bad bitch bubble bust (No)

No, I cannot cuff a slut

I be somewhere cuffin' bucks

My L.A. ho do too much

But she listen, ho, shut up

Last year, when I wasn't rappin, now I'm in hot cars, boy, you fucked

All my savages on tweak shit, you on opp shit, that's a plus (No bap)

You lost five guys, I wish you would stop woofin', defense, that's a must (No bappin')

The work don't stop, I was just in New York in the back recordin' in a Bentley truck (No bappin', no bappin')

High off lean, on my way back home from the stu', just crashed out, what the fuck?

You swerve wrong, you get fucked up, ain't gon' lie, I know it's dumb

No bap, I am a gangster, niggas goofy, they be frontin' (Yep)

Uh, we put niggas on hangers, shout out 40, he the one (No bap)

Winter time, I tote thirties, summertime, come with my drum (Yeah, yeah)

Uh, cook shit like chicken curry, niggas food, we chop 'em up

Uh, no bap, I'm rich 4L or dead, I won't have a son

Cross shit like Kendrick Nunn, niggas can't hoop, they be buns (Buns)

They can't go hat for hat or rack for rack, these tough-ass bums (Bums)

We spin shit while the sun up, we been here since crack of dawn

And your lil' ho a thottie, she at my house off the Don' (Lil' thot cheeks)

Boy, we do hits for fun (Lil' thot cheeks)

Niggas get hit and bleed out

Bullets changin' his shirt color, these niggas know what we 'bout (This shit bad)

Niggas know how I'm bleedin', my first mission, let off squeezin' (Uh-huh)

Every day, I pray to God, but I ain't gon' lie, I feel a demon (Not gon' bap)

Ain't gon' bap, I don't need no reason

I ain't gon' bap, I move strategic (No mission)

Ain't gon' bap, these niggas bitches (Rap check)

Get out the way, boy, it's my season (Get up off me)

Niggas doubted me (Yeah)

Give no fuck about 'em (Uh-uh)

We can talk about B's, but who all made two hundred thousand?

I get fresh, don't got no stylist

Hell Tracky need a wheel alignment

I only pop out at nighttime (Who want it?)

Glock got a flashlight, that bitch blind 'em (Another one)

Niggas doubted me (Yeah)

Give no fuck about 'em (Uh-uh)

We can talk about B's, but who all made two hundred thousand? (Who want it?)

I get fresh, don't got no stylist (Another one)

Hell Tracky need a wheel alignment (Yeah)

I only pop out at nighttime (I'm a youngin)

Glock got a flashlight, that bitch blind 'em (On some shit)

What's goin'? I'm up dog shit

What's good? (Dog shit)

Y'all know how the fuck we comin', Bathh shit, we doin' good in this bitch, man (I'm up dog shit, I'm up dog shit, I'm up dog shit, I'm up dog shit, I'm up dog shit, I'm up dog shit)

Y'all know how the fuck we rockin', man, this shit all the way from L.A. right now

Foenem in L.A., man, you know how the fuck we comin', man (I'm up dog shit, I'm up dog shit, we on that, we on that)

Bathh, Bathh, Bathh

On foenem

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