[Intro]
What's that shitty town in... California? Fresno, Fresnos' sketchy as fuck... I mean you got like... Like, we were driving down the street, theres like homeless communities skit roast, like look at that

[Chorus]
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck what you say
Falling to arrest, I’ve been huffing down this butane
I’ve been on this trip, I’ve been going up and through space
Got a couple secrets, what I’m hiding in the suitcase

[Verse 1]
YCK till' the grave (Grave)
Got a few things in the safe (Safe)
You nothing special, keep riding that wave
Till' the moment it crashes and taken away
Fuck with no others, my circle is small
Hit up my number but no I don’t call
I don’t get bothered when I’ve been alone
Cause it gives me the reason to get off my phone
Call up the carpenter, close up the coffin
And bitch I’ve been fresher than shit you been poppin
Follow the trends and keep up with the latest
You bitches are sheep and you don’t know what great is
Caught up in black, from the dark I attack
Bitch I’m here long term and I’m picking up slack
I don’t sing or rap, I just move with the brush
I just make gold from everything I touch
[Chorus]
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck what you say
Falling to arrest, I’ve been huffing down this butane
I’ve been on this trip, I’ve been going up and through space
Got a couple secrets, what I’m hiding in the suitcase

[Verse 2]
Hop out a coupe, brought down the roof
I don’t give a fuck what a bitch gonna do
Waste all the weed so take what you need
That you’re gonna flip back when you slang on the street
Stains on the sheets that we see blacklight
Gonna stutter up with a verse that you can’t write
Stoned out my mind when I’m out at night
Got lead in my lungs but it’s called graphite
Unoriginal, so predictable
Try and diss me but I’ve been unkillable
I’m a sick fuck, I’ve been unfixable
I'm putting no thought into every syllable
Hop round the room when I write every verse
While I count down now, bitch I got plenty words
Copacobana, smoking out a banana
A motherfucking radiated touch got from the gamma

[Chorus]
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck what you say
Falling to arrest, I’ve been huffing down this butane
I’ve been on this trip, I’ve been going up and through space
Got a couple secrets, what I’m hiding in the suitcase