I Dont Even Care
[Intro]
(Fatt)
[Verse: FattMack]
Heard that bitch went fucked the bro, damn, i don’t even care
If i get too drunk tonight, i might wake up in yo hoe bed
If i find out she a set up, I’m puttin’ 5, to that hoe head
You might wanna grab yo hoe, cause me and my n***a just walked in
Got a few hoes that broke my heart, got a few bros that will pull ya card
Got a few hoes, that i can call right now, that gonna eat my dick, before they ride me hard
One got Red hair, one got Blonde, one got a Honda, one got a Foreign
Where them n***as? when you really down, they don’t come around
We leave Choppa bullets, and everything the door, we kick it down
Put ya foot in my Balenciaga, you can walk ‘em off
It’s like comin’ Trim a fetish, i like Money, i like hoes
Had to man up on my own, and go invest in me some poles
I watched Tali quit the crack, he ain’t even cover up his nose
I stopped poppin’ pills, my heart got broke, now I’m right back on
Before i fuck one of you n***as hoes, i DnD my Phone
Ain’t no dates, i fuck her face, i do the race and take her home
I’m gon’ keep on steppin’ on these n***as necks, until I’m gone
Give my hitman, a 10 but i can’t talk to him up no phone
It’s just me and Ken, with 20 freaks, up in the BnB
It’s so many gang on stage, you can’t even see my fuckin’ feet
My lil’ killa got a stuff nose, he get close up when he creep
Make right at every Red, and if i can’t i grab my heat
I done really came far from last year, i know when i throw a perc back, it could be my last pill
I can’t feel for you, would kill for you, i kept it past real
Really puttin’ my fuckin pain, in these fuckin’ Ad-libs
You can’t duck or doge no, blrdd, boy yo ass might as well stand still
N***a waitin’ for me fall off, FattMack on they ass still, On God
[Verse 2: ThereGoMarcus]
Aye, poppin’ perks like Advil’s, Louie, Prada trap gear
Yeah i hit her, i ain’t stressin’ her like swear [?]
They probably stepped on us, told FattMack, “don’t be taking fake pills”
I’m in her mouth like braces, i see a pack i chase it
Casey get the drop, he erashin’, aye
I wake up with my mood, like I’m gon’ shoot, you know what i do
Girl you know all i want is you, I’m probably ridin’ ‘round chasin’ paper
Sorry Hayley, i fuck her good and call her later
Eat me up like nah later, aye, you get switch downed, get down, 45 get ‘round
And Casey ridn’ ‘round swingin’ his switch ‘round, and FattMack just bought him a 45
Texted her once, i hit her 4 times
Aye, i couldn’t imagine droppin’ a dime, i made it happen, gave it time
Like girl what happened?, them times you liked, i hope you happy, you can’t be mine
We be stackin’, on the grind, and tinted packin’ got his eyes
I hit ya line like every night, like I’m on the way, where you on my side
Know we send n***as to the sky, i know you don’t wanna die
Deep down knew you wasn’t mine, i seen it through my other eye
(Fatt)
[Verse: FattMack]
Heard that bitch went fucked the bro, damn, i don’t even care
If i get too drunk tonight, i might wake up in yo hoe bed
If i find out she a set up, I’m puttin’ 5, to that hoe head
You might wanna grab yo hoe, cause me and my n***a just walked in
Got a few hoes that broke my heart, got a few bros that will pull ya card
Got a few hoes, that i can call right now, that gonna eat my dick, before they ride me hard
One got Red hair, one got Blonde, one got a Honda, one got a Foreign
Where them n***as? when you really down, they don’t come around
We leave Choppa bullets, and everything the door, we kick it down
Put ya foot in my Balenciaga, you can walk ‘em off
It’s like comin’ Trim a fetish, i like Money, i like hoes
Had to man up on my own, and go invest in me some poles
I watched Tali quit the crack, he ain’t even cover up his nose
I stopped poppin’ pills, my heart got broke, now I’m right back on
Before i fuck one of you n***as hoes, i DnD my Phone
Ain’t no dates, i fuck her face, i do the race and take her home
I’m gon’ keep on steppin’ on these n***as necks, until I’m gone
Give my hitman, a 10 but i can’t talk to him up no phone
It’s just me and Ken, with 20 freaks, up in the BnB
It’s so many gang on stage, you can’t even see my fuckin’ feet
My lil’ killa got a stuff nose, he get close up when he creep
Make right at every Red, and if i can’t i grab my heat
I done really came far from last year, i know when i throw a perc back, it could be my last pill
I can’t feel for you, would kill for you, i kept it past real
Really puttin’ my fuckin pain, in these fuckin’ Ad-libs
You can’t duck or doge no, blrdd, boy yo ass might as well stand still
N***a waitin’ for me fall off, FattMack on they ass still, On God
[Verse 2: ThereGoMarcus]
Aye, poppin’ perks like Advil’s, Louie, Prada trap gear
Yeah i hit her, i ain’t stressin’ her like swear [?]
They probably stepped on us, told FattMack, “don’t be taking fake pills”
I’m in her mouth like braces, i see a pack i chase it
Casey get the drop, he erashin’, aye
I wake up with my mood, like I’m gon’ shoot, you know what i do
Girl you know all i want is you, I’m probably ridin’ ‘round chasin’ paper
Sorry Hayley, i fuck her good and call her later
Eat me up like nah later, aye, you get switch downed, get down, 45 get ‘round
And Casey ridn’ ‘round swingin’ his switch ‘round, and FattMack just bought him a 45
Texted her once, i hit her 4 times
Aye, i couldn’t imagine droppin’ a dime, i made it happen, gave it time
Like girl what happened?, them times you liked, i hope you happy, you can’t be mine
We be stackin’, on the grind, and tinted packin’ got his eyes
I hit ya line like every night, like I’m on the way, where you on my side
Know we send n***as to the sky, i know you don’t wanna die
Deep down knew you wasn’t mine, i seen it through my other eye