Traveling forever in the dark
Darkness into blackness
There and back, it′s always black
Oh-ah, it screeched across the sky
Nothing to do, but lie
Fuck the bitch, I make her sweat, huh
I'ma die by my respect, huh
I put a check up on my neck
Life check ya in the head
I signed for a couple milli′
You only touched a hundred thou'
Man, I don't give a fuck who it is
I know I got my twizz′
(BNYX)
I′ma freak on them every time
I don't give a fuck what y′all goin' on
Man, fuck all of you
(fuck all of you)
Yeah, I don′t be givin' no fucks
(not one)
Uh
(just pull up, pull up, whoa)
I don′t know if you caught on
(caught on)
I don't be givin' no fuck, huh
I say whatever I want, yeah
I do whatever I want, huh
I′m countin′ up money for fun
And I'm poppin′ these Percs just for fun
(luh geeky)
Look, comin' live from the
Comin′ live from the one after five
Comin' live from the three, two time
Whole gang fuckin′ eastbound and they down
Just like Danny McBride
Why I always see your dawgs in the city?
Think your boys left some soldiers behind
Just like the jet, you boys tried to buy
That ain't gon' fly, nope
I took that one off of the table
October′s Own, it′s a label
I stay with that O like a tire
I stay with that O like a bagel
I stay with that O like a Lifesaver
Shout' to my ex, I′m her lifesaver
My Glocky, it sit on the night table
You light on the waist like a lightsaber
In Seattle, it's just me and Twizz′
I hate you boys more than I ever did
You rappin' ′bout shit that you never did
My dawg in the can like a metal lid
Three the kid, three the kid, three the kid
Yeah, I don't be givin' no fucks
(not one)
Uh
(just pull up, pull up, whoa)
I don′t know if you caught on
(caught on)
I don′t be givin' no fuck, huh
I say whatever I want, yeah
I do whatever I want, huh
I′m countin' up the money for fun
And I′m poppin' these Percs just for fun
(luh geeky)
All of my twizz′ got a gun
(blam)
Couple of my twizz' on the run
(phew)
Couple of my twizz' sellin′ Runtz
(luh geeky)
Couple of my twizz′ hit 'em up
(luh geeky)
Yeah, couple of my twizz′ sell a bunch
Heard your money got took like it's lunch
(ha)
We on the side and we punt
Bitch, I sleep in the day, I′on see sun
(uh-huh, yeah)
Big body Lamb' truck sittin′ outside in the sun
It get you caught up, get you fried
You don't really have no swag, so what you did?
Your little buddy tried to take mine
I never needed no help, I never needed nobody
I wait in no line
Better be a man and do the time, if you did the crime
Bitch, why you cryin'?
I just pulled up in a big body
I got a lot of money comin′ in
I just got off the phone with my demon
And he told me that I′m gon' win
I can′t be wasting time on the 'net
I just be running up a fuckin′ check
Fuck that bitch, I make her sweat, huh
I'ma die by my respect, huh
I put a check up on my neck
Life check ya in the head
I signed for a couple milli′
You only touched a hundred thou'
Ain't nobody stealin′ style
Ain′t nobody want yo' sauce
Tell me who the fuck gon′ fall off
Tell me who gon' make it out?
I don′t be givin' no fucks
(not one)
Uh
(just pull up, pull up, whoa)
I don′t know if you caught on
(caught on)
I don't be givin' no fuck, huh
I say whatever I want, yeah
I do whatever I want, huh
I′m countin′ up money for fun
And I'm poppin′ these Percs just for fun
(luh geeky)
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, John Taylor, Benjamin Saint Fort, Noah Olivier Smith, Sebastian Colin Shah, Norma Winstone
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