Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah yeah Its coming, its coming Its on me Its coming, its coming [Verse 1] Drink yak with my blood cousin He call it Hennebee Imagine him and me going at our enemies Mobbed in my house shoes til I got turf toe That was back when 'fore I got my first folds Raise my hand high, I swear to tell the whole truth Count dough day and night like a toll booth I get coins when I put poems in tunes Keep the last two Ms. Junes in adjoining rooms Blast against this its the end of your mission Not to mention me is like the sin of omission Cash is established, my habits is lavish Classic as Cassius Clay, play with the plastic Known to hold the heater the same way I hold a mic Leader, rare breed like the niggas on the motor bikes Give a fuck what you think about me frankly Think about it hater, later maybe you'll thank me [Hook] Now nigga I don't give a fuck I'm riding with the pump, pump Try a nigga luck and I'll hit you up I give a fuck 'bout what nobody thinks of me What nobody thinks of me I keep a shorty with a mac, 40 on my lap Braaaapp If homie wanna act I'll blow him off the map Give a fuck what nobody thinks of me Nobody thinks of me [Verse 2] Niggas go big on the internet, let 'em keep talking When I see 'em on the set they better keep walking If off the offering often, don't say judge I'd rather (?) The OG's told us to wizzeigh the wizzork They was evil but we weighed wizzork I'm too cool to be confused with these new school fools Even my soul too cold for the old No kush better, no flow wetter than mine Nigga young '97 push the center in line Reign in every region from northeast to southwest And the rest, the S just run his mouth best They say its lonely at the top, that's where I wanna be I see so many of these cowards, only one of me Ay go eat a bagel, let go of my Eggo When I let that K go his eyes start to let go [Hook] Now nigga I don't give a fuck I'm riding with the pump, pump Try a nigga luck and I'll hit you up I give a fuck 'bout what nobody thinks of me What nobody thinks of me I keep a shorty with a mac, 40 on my lap Braaaapp If homie wanna act I'll blow him off the map Give a fuck what nobody thinks of me Nobody thinks of me [Verse 3] Heard she (?) but don't preach forgiveness Nosy people taught to mind their b-i business Loose lips sink ships, snitches get stiches Your word is your bond and you never trust bitches And I don't care what you say about me The truth is things wouldn't be the same without me I'm ruthless, don't care what nobody thinks of me What nobody thinks of me [Outro] I just don't give a fuck what they think Say what I say Talk like I talk (?) talk do that Now they taught me to weigh the work Wizzeigh the wizzork do you feel me It was evil but we weighed work Wizzeigh the wizzork