Give No Fuck Lyrics

Said I can't rap to any beat, well bitch you lyin'

Yeah you tryna copy me and how I rap just please stop tryin'

Yeah my homie won't stop drillin' he hit headshots every time

Said my mic is burn cause I be spittin' fire every line

Why you do the crime if you a scary, can't handle your time

And you pressed about a bitch that you couldn't handle, now she mine

If she got that Gucci on and she got edges then she fine

Yeah we never scammin' but we taxin', bitch come pay your fine

I'm the best up in the game, feelin' like it's me vs me

Yeah the most expensive debt is from the shit that you got free

Yeah you better know you dead if you don't pay the F.E.E

Yeah they hittin' on my phone, on that shit I'm D.N.D

Bitch is trippin', yeah she eatin' me like finger lickin

I don't want your bitch no more but that bitch got me in her mentions

Yes he talkin' but he posted at his crib, we hop out blitz em'

And they tryna do the shit I do, I told him don't even risk it

Yeah your baby mama tryna leave you cause you broke, go fix it

He was posted on his block, this cutter cut him up, no snippet

Stop askin' me for money, bitch just go learn how to flip it

Your driver don't got the wheel, when we pop out that car be flippin

You can't step with us cause you know you ain't keepin' up

He was dissin' bout three months ago, he ain't know we creep up

Ain't no runnin' up on us cause you know we keepin' it tucked

Yeah they call us capalot, the way we don't even get no fucks

Call my top shotter to go knock off that boy noodles

Yes we comin' deep like Taliban but bitch we is not dooda

Yeah your bitch my setup, bitch if you gon' play then we might shoot you

Yeah this pistol about 30, yeah the clip long as a ruler

Yeah they cappin' on my name, watch out my shorties'll do ya

I ain't playin' for no fame and I ain't trickin' with no lame

And they talk down on the gang and TMG gon' split your brain

Yes I say this every time, fuck your gang and what you claim

Yeah you say that you was in the storm but we ain't makin' rain

Yeah you talk about the streets but your ass not even engaged

Yeah my brother he will, stomp your ass, his ass is filled with rage

Now you locked up in the pen, free all my homies out the cage