I don't care
I sit back and smoke this blunt, she get undressed and braid my hair
I don't care
I don't even show no love there's too much fake shit in the air
Bitch I'm at the top
Made it off of rock
I be selling hard but I always buy it soft
Meet me at the spot
Just don't make it hot
I ain't go to jail and I don't plan on getting caught
Drip so cold you could feel a nigga frost
Baby let me know, I been trynna beat the box
I been getting money while I'm thuggin with the mob
I was stacking benjis every time I took a loss
You say you that nigga but I heard that you a bum
Like
You don't even get no crumbs
You be shooting dice but you ain't ever shoot a gun
It was 50/50 now it's 0's with a 1
Let me sober down cause the liquor got me drunk
Used to give a fuck but lately I been feeling numb
Shout out to my ooter he be living on the run
He gon let it spark and that shit brighter than the sun
I'ma stack my bands
Uh huh uh huh
Smoking on yo mans
Uh huh uh huh
I might hit my dance
Uh huh uh huh
Ksubis on the pants
Uh huh uh huh
Fly her to Japan
Uh huh uh huh
Spark up when I land
Uh huh uh huh
Trappin out a van
Uh huh uh huh
Doing shit you can't
Uh huh uh huh
I don't care
I sit back and smoke this blunt, she get undressed and braid my hair
I don't care
I don't even show no love, there's too much fake shit in the air
I think I'm in love with this trap shit
I might break a brick then I'ma bag it
I might have a gun but I won't flash it
Rather have these niggas think I'm lacking
I be in the field nigga madden
Picking up the work and then I pass it
Pocket full of blues, keep the cabbage
See it on the garment and the fabrics
I don't care bout shit except my daughter and my mom
I ain't always right but you can't say I did you wrong
I be in my feelings but at least the money long
Cause if niggas wasn't winning then I wouldn't keep the calm
I ain't here forever shorty tell me what you want
I don't live in cali but I'm down here for the month
Spending all this money putting pressure on my lungs
Buying work from Jose just to sell that shit to Tom
I'ma stack my bands
Uh huh uh huh
Smoking on yo mans
Uh huh uh huh
I might hit my dance
Uh huh uh huh
Ksubis on the pants
Uh huh uh huh
Fly her to Japan
Uh huh uh huh
Spark up when I land
Uh huh uh huh
Trappin out a van
Uh huh uh huh
Doing shit you can't
Uh huh uh huh
I don't care
I sit back and smoke this blunt, she get undressed and braid my hair
I don't care
I don't even show no love, there's too much fake shit in the air
I don't care
I think I'm in love with this trap shit
I might break a brick then I'ma bag it
I might have a gun but I won't flash it
Rather have these niggas think I'm lacking
I be in the field nigga madden
Picking up the work and then I pass it
Pocket full of blues, keep the cabbage
See it on the garment and the fabrics