[Intro: KiD TRUNKS & DJ Scheme]
Damn
In thirty seconds, end it and delete it
Damn, thirty more seconds?
Ayy, Scheme, turn that shit up, Scheme
Uh, uh, uh
I could care less 'bout these people, what they got to say about me
Gotta do it for my family, do it twice, I do it properly
(I don't give a fuck what anybody say 'bout me no more, no cap)
Love to hate [?], pour that shit
Ayy, yuh

[Verse 1: KiD TRUNKS]
I could care less 'bout these people, what they got to say about me (I don't really care)
Gotta do it for my family, get that money and do it properly (Yeah, we get thosе racks)
I see right through your face, I see right through the hate
And thе only thing you've got to worry about is your fresh fit (Let's go like)
Now I'm in the back of a Rolls Royce (In a Rolls Royce)
Gettin' top from a white bitch, I don't care, got no choice (Never had a choice)
I got that bitch just so I could make a point (Just to make a point)
You pussy and you square, you get smoked just like a joint (Pussy bitch)
So let me start, first, thankin' my mama for everything she did (Thank you, mama)
She did what she did and she also made a kid (Yes, sir)
Just to make sure that our legacy get bigger than it is (We up)
And the only thing I gotta do is make sure she happy (Yuh)
Yeah, she happy, she wanna be happy (She wanna smile)
Make sure my family wealthy and healthy (They wanna shine)
Make sure my brothers' carefree and stealthy (Yuh)
And I know all these bad bitches, they like me (And they like me)
Yeah, they like me, they wanna go wife me (They wanna wife)
I do not wanna go wife because they trifling (Because they trifling)
You better let my brothers hit because they piping (All about pipe)
And finna aim it at your head, we see your life end (We see your life)
The [?] is to have a hell of a night (Yuh)
We know that's only right (Let's go)
I just thank God for my wealth (Huh)
Take a strip to another flight
I gotta keep the strap just like I'm a dyke (Like I'm a dyke)
My diamonds look so bright blingin' all up in your eyes (Blingin' in your eye)
Every time you try to fuck my bitch, you gotta pay the fine (Pay the fine)
I wasn't takin' no thot to dinner, I don't do no dine and wine (Bitch)
Want my family in my eyes and all we wanna do is shine (The fam)
If you don't take your shit really serious, then you wastin' all your time (Wastin' all your time)
I'm [?], I'ma get it really fast (I'ma get mine)
You a local rapper hatin' on me, but your music ass, huh (Ass)
Man, I just leave it in the street (Street)
You on Instagram Live talkin' shit about me (Me)
But little did you know (Bitch)
You never had no dough (You was a broke)
You never had no ring grow up in these streets, and yes, we know (Yeah)
And yes, we'll make you bleed (Huh)
And I'm 'bout to spill the tea (Yes, sir)
Just remember that your bitch, she left you for S.B. (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
How the fuck you hatin' but I was ready in the same position? (Yeah)
It ain't my fault you ain't goin' nowhere 'cause now you really wishin' (No cap)
I do my thing and speak my mind so I can count my blessings (Let's go)
And I seen you talk on Instagram but I ain't really stressin', uh (Huh, huh, huh)
[Chorus: KiD TRUNKS]
I ain't stressin', no, I ain't really stressin', uh (I am not)
I just really wanna count up all my blessings, uh (I wan' count it up)
I just really wanna count up all the Benjamins (You dig?)
I just really wanna fuck up on that thot again (Suck it up)
Uh, I ain't stressin', yeah, I ain't really stressin', uh (Really not)
I just really wanna count up all my blessings, uh (I wan' count it up)
I just really wanna count up all the Benjamins (Count it up)
I just really wanna fuck up on that thot again (Fuck up on that thot)

[Verse 2: Jackboy]
My girl on my IG, I thought ratchet, I'ma delete the mess
Chopper stayin' like Whitney Houston, [?] big frontiers
Pop the i8, we pullin' up in a Lexus, uh
All of us toolied up, our snipers gettin' reckless
Gettin' reckluss, suggest you not test us
Just not on my stick, clean up all my mess, uh
My diamond's fallin' just to shower my lil' ex bitch
Just wanna bone, I'm 'bout to go dog on my lil' ex bitch
Ayy, ayy, bitch, ooh, come and lick, yeah
All in your chair, bitch, ride me like a Ripstick
Six figure jit, said she want that rich dick
But the Perc' hittin', yuh, that's that throat dip

[Chorus: KiD TRUNKS]
I ain't stressin', no, I ain't really stressin', uh (I am not)
I just really wanna count up all my blessings, uh (I wan' count it up)
I just really wanna count up all the Benjamins (You dig?)
I just really wanna fuck up on that thot again (Suck it up)
Uh, I ain't stressin', yeah, I ain't really stressin', uh (Really not)
I just really wanna count up all my blessings, uh (I wan' count it up)
I just really wanna count up all the Benjamins (Count it up)
I just really wanna fuck up on that thot again (Fuck up on that thot)