IDGAF Songtext
von Chuckyy

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 ′bout B′s, but who all made 200 thousand? (No one)
I get fresh, don't got no stylist (no one, no one), he on track, he need a wheel alignment
I only pop out at nighttime, Glock got flashlight, that bitch blind ′em (pop out, like, uh, bow, bow)

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, won′t get up (ha, no bap)
That's okay, big Glock gon' stand over, you know foenem do too much (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)

Drop three out my soda crush, make a bad bitch bubble bust
No, I cannot cuff a slut, I be somewhere cuffin′ bucks
My old lil′ ho do too much, but she listen, ho, shut up
Last year, when I wasn't rappin′, got in hot cars, boy, you fucked


All my savages on tweak shit, you on opp shit, that's a plus (no bap)
We lost five guys, I wish you stopped woofin′, defense, that's a must (no bappin′)
The world gon' stop, I was just in New York in the back recordin' in a Bentley truck (no bappin′, no bappin′)
I was leanin' on my way back home from the stu′, just crashed out, what the fuck?

You swerve 'round you get fucked up, ain′t gon' lie, I know it′s dumb (dumb)
No bap, I am a gangsta, niggas goofy, they be frontin' (yep)
We put niggas on hangers, shout out 40, he the one (no bap)
Wintertime, I tote 30s, 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 for L, where D at, I won′t have a son
Call 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 yo' 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, then bleed out (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 (riches), get out the way, boy, it's my season (hop off me)


Niggas doubted me (yeah), give no fuck about ′em (uh-uh)
We can talk 'bout B′s, but who all made 200 thousand?
I get fresh, don't got no stylist, he on track, he need a wheel alignment
I only pop out at nighttime (you want it?) Glock got flashlight, that bitch blind 'em (another one, hop off)

Niggas doubted me (yeah), give no fuck about ′em (uh-uh)
We can talk ′bout B's, but who all made 200 thousand? (Who want it?)
I get fresh, don′t got no stylist (another one), he on track, he need a wheel alignment (yeah)
I only pop out at nighttime (I'm a youngin), Glock got flashlight, that bitch blind ′em (on some shit)

What's goin′? I'm off dog shit
Y'all know how the fuck we comin′, Bathh shit (what′s good? Dog shit, I'm off dog shit, I′m off dog shit)
We doin' good in this bitch, man (I′m off dog shit, I'm off 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 off dog shit, I′m off dog shit)
Bathh, Bathh, Bathh (we on that, we on that)
On foemen