IDGAFLB

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Hank Chill] You stupid fucking bitch Get up out my face before I hit you with this clip I'm a dirty motherfucker and I'm grinding in this shit Yeah I grow my fucking wings and I be flying out this bitch And I got diamonds on my wrist I'll send them flying cross your lips Talking shit but I don't care, I put that nine up to your neck Hank and Rainbo, yeah we don't give a fuck Bitch try to say something, I'll fuck that hoe up I don't fuck with bitches like an incel Shut up bitch, you can go to Hell Hope you don't get well, hope you don't get well You ain't got shit to say to me, bitch fuck the intel I'm a dirty motherfucker and I'm grinding in this shit Yeah I'll put you in the water like an island in this bitch Yeah I eat these bitches up, I'm crocodiling in this bitch Bitch I knock the fucking walls in like a pile of fucking bricks [Chorus: Hank Chill] You saying something, I don't give a fuck lil bitch You need some money, I don't give a fuck lil bitch You think it's funny huh, I don't give a fuck lil bitch You running from me huh, I don't give a fuck lil bitch You saying something, I don't give a fuck lil bitch You need some money, I don't give a fuck lil bitch You think it's funny huh, I don't give a fuck lil bitch You running from me huh, I don't give a fuck lil bitch [Verse 2: Sunshine Christo] I just cheated on my girlfriend and I'd do that shit again She told me that she loves me, but I think I love her friend She asked me about her feelings, I told her they're irrelevant I just fucked once and I'ma fuck again (Sorry mom) She just cried once and she's gonna cry again She asked if she can rely on me, and I said it depends (No) She asked if she can be my girlfriend, I answered only on the weekends yeah She sent her whole hate army on my mentions, but it's all okay cause I don't read them yeah Sike nigga, you would've thought I don't give no thoughts to no thots I Uberpool that bitch then I ride off in my car Higher than the moon yeah I can see the stars All my fits newer all your shits goober I make my own shit, that's why you're still a YouTuber yeah Bitch I'm mad stupid, I failed all my tests I'm retarded yeah, but I'm better than the rest Didn't return my Chromebook, yeah I finessed [Verse 3: bambi] Bambi why you gotta do em' like that Glock 17, that's a brand new gat Hit from the back but I don't eat cat Just dropped a rack, that's a Prada bag Crushing songs, I got that swag I'm so toxic, hoes are mad 30 round extended mag, I kill that pussy, body bag DMing hella e-girls cause I'm tryna see their feet yeah My Rolly so icy, I got fined by the league Got a Glock 17 that'll make you fucking bleed And your bitch send me texts that I'm never gonna read Bambi Jersey Shore, out here balling like I'm Pauly D I think I need a baseball bat to keep these bitches off me Running through goth girls like Warped Tour in 03 Tryna rap with Goth Money, Black Kray needs to sign me Popped some Xans, forgot the color All my diamonds wet like water I might disrespect your daughter Shitty face, girl where's your father Bambi Vans, I'm off the wall Fuck these whores I hate them all Pop another Adderall like I love cocaine bathroom stall