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Shut up!
Oh my God, I don't care!
Okay, you got me to the point where I don't give a fuck
Yeah
I know I was slipping for a minute
But it's funny 'cause you tripping up
And I don't care if niggas getting up
You got me to the point where I don't give a fuck
You could even call my phone but I ain't picking up
'Cause I remember I was riding 'til a nigga caught them flats
Ain't nobody had my back, but was all my bitches' ass
Man, it got me to the point where I don't give a fuck
Shit
Man, how it feel to be numb?
What? That sound crazy, nigga numb is no feelings
I'm so willing to steer these dudes the right way
You know, spread my darkness in a bright way
Looking for a wife, hey, psych, how I'm tryna find a wife?
When every bitch I like seem to be living for them likes
Girl, it's more than just your Insta, let's see the bigger picture
Speaking of Insta, finna 'gram with my niggas
Making plans with my niggas, left my bitch and now it's no stress
I get to popping, now she watching, that's my Rolex
It's no rest when you tryna get your name out
Niggas come from nooses, stupid, I ain't tryna hang out
Especially with lame niggas
I paint the picture, dip the brush up in my pain, nigga
Woo, yeah, bars to you niggas
Strip you of your pride, I'm like stars to you niggas
Ain't no secret on a Sunday, all these bitches get to twerking
And niggas get to searching, but now we call that thirsting
Man, I swear Twitter turned lying into talent
Until then, I'ma try to find balance
Shit, if I was ever slipping, know I got up
And niggas keep putting them shots up
But they gon' keep breaking, and we gon' keep laughing
'Cause they gon' keep tripping, and we gon' sneak past them
Aw, fuck 'em, though
It go, cut the pussy niggas, all you is one
Stingy with the fucks, bruh, you know I ain't finna give none
Said you know I ain't finna give none
Give a fuck
I don't give no fucks
Give no fucks
Give no fucks
I give no fucks
I don't give no fucks
Give no fucks
Give no fucks
Give no fucks
Give no fucks
Smoking and drinking, that's the way that I'm feeling
I break it down and mix it up with my feelings, and I've been chilling
Catch me on the late night, I'm staring up at the ceiling
I take a shot and say how I'm finna kill 'em
But they don't hear me, though, Jesus
Why my generation paraplegic?
You see, we hungry for knowledge, why can't you feed us?
We need some food for thought, shit, it can't hurt me
But they done cursed me with the gift of being thirsty, uh
No, yeah, uh
Shit, you got me to the point where I don't give a fuck
'Cause honestly I feel like you ain't give enough
I'm giving up, numb