I Don't Care (feat. Rio Da Yung Og)

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

Yeah

Ghetto Boyz shit, ****, what up, Expen$ive?

(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)

Alright

Alright

Alright

I'm the only **** in my hood with a Cartier

Street ****, drop me in the jungle, I'll box a bear

Sprite damn near look black, it's a lot in there

I just poured a deuce of Act' up and put snot in there

So much ice, I can pour a muddy cup and put my watch in there

I got a handgun on my hip that'll drop a deer

Good hygiene, pearly whites, I ain't got veneers

Twenty thousand dollars all dubs, ain't a wallet near

I almost kidnapped my cousin 'cause his daddy rich

I told one of my hoes it's Fathers Day, let my daddy hit

I got a plug with them bricks, come get you somethin' to whip

My **** known for wildin' out with cannons, but we don't know no Nicks

Remember tryin' to get a half a ticket, I took a trip

My migo lookin' through that peephole with four-nick on his hip

Fuck around with them scams, that shit done got me rich

The crazy thing I learned about it, it's a hit or miss

Bitch, my pastor caught a body and came to preach about it

That body that you claimin' ain't real 'cause I can't read about it

Just fucked a bitch for an hour and knocked the seed up out her

I knocked the blood up out this bitch, I mean the bleed up out her

Damn, I just got the best head, she sucked the skeet up out me

I got on-hand cash, all pros, you gotta re-up probably

I ain't tryna pull off on a ****, I wanna leave somebody

Dog shit stuffed in both pockets, fucked my knee up kinda

I fuck raw, but I leave it up to God, so I don't need a condom

You'll fuck your whole stash up tryna keep up probably

Sold this Beecher **** a zip, told him, "Meet me at Johnnys"

Told him it was real zaz', but it was clean Biscotti

Drivin' fast as hell in the snow, I got a four-by-four

Took your bitch to Wendy's and bought that ho a lil' four-for-four

She wanna argue every day, I think this bitch hittin' blow

I'm Eddie Murphy, I'll shoot a fat bitch in the toe

I fuck a bitch real good and make her want some more

Your **** keep takin' Extenze, but it still won't grow

My **** killed a **** way before he even got through the door

Gave that **** eleven to the chest like he was Julio

You don't gotta suck my dick, I want some coochie, though

Bitch, I ain't Future, I ain't stickin' nothin' in your bootyhole

Just sold a whole zip in twenty stones with Coogi on

I got a fiend that spend two thousand a week, I can't lose my phone

Bitch, point me to your **** so I can doo-doo on him

Made so much money last year, it got me through corona

I just poured a cup of ice and poured Morton on it

I drunk so much cough syrup, I need an organ donor

I wanna fuck Reginae, Lucci, don't be mad

You ain't the only **** who want Lil Wayne to be his dad

No, I'm playin', I feel like Kodak Black, Wayne, I'll beat your ass

Me and Rio both got a hundred thousand, this a different bag

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)