Give No Fcks Lyrics
(44, you made this?)
It’s all good
Y’all can keep tryin’ me though, like I’m a bitch
Gon’ get the last—, we gon’ see who gon’ get the last laugh
Gon’ be rich around this bitch
(Whew, whew, whew)
Nine times out of ten, I’ma get the guap
Yeah, big facts
Bitches speakin’ on my name, bitch, give my dick back (Give my dick back)
These bitches fine bein’ broke wit’ a six-pack (Wow)
But I can get a Coi lookin’ bitch (Uh-huh), but I ain’t wit’ that (Uh-uh)
But you can take a tongue out a trick without a Tic Tac (Uh-huh, yeah)
You want a nigga wit’ dough (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You pop up at my shows (Yeah, yeah)
You bleach ya nigga clothes (Yeah, yeah)
You stressin’, huh? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You fuckin’ niggas who told (Uh, yeah)
You messy wit’ my bro (Bitch)
Yo’ friends steal out the store (Bitch, yeah, yeah)
They messy, huh?
All you do is chase dick (Uh-huh, say what?)
All you do is break shit (Say what?)
Stay the the fuck up out my mix
No relation, no petty shit
Bitch, you known for givin’ toppy
Doin’ ’em wrong it’s just my hobby
What’s a ho without nobody
Bitch, your hair-do in my pocket (The fuck?)
Move your head down, I made that bitch gargle on this dick (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Chuck pants down, I caught that nigga fuckin’ on her friend
Marquise cut sennet diamonds, ho
I fucked sluts, and then the mutts, I fuck all kinds of hoes, right (Fuck, 21)
I have video of nigga bitch gettin’ hit from the back (Hit from the back)
Stop playin’ with a nigga (Stop playin’ with a nigga, brr)
I have video your best friend tryna ask for this sack (Ask for this sack)
She beggin’ a nigga (She beggin’ a nigga, brr)
Yeah, big facts
Bitches speakin’ on my name, bitch, give my dick back (Give my dick back)
These bitches fine bein’ broke wit’ a six-pack (Wow)
But I can get a Coi lookin’ bitch (Uh-huh), but I ain’t wit’ that (Uh-uh)
But you can take a tongue out a trick without a Tic Tac (Uh-huh, yeah)
You want a nigga wit’ dough (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You pop up at my shows (Yeah, yeah)
You bleach ya nigga clothes (Yeah, yeah)
You stressin’, huh? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You fuckin’ niggas who told (Uh, yeah)
You messy wit’ my bro (Bitch)
Yo’ friends steal out the store (Bitch, yeah, yeah)
They messy, huh?
I’ma break her back before I break her heart
She a animal, I hit the door, she ripped my shirt apart
I paint on her face, back in school, I had a, “A” in art
Pull well protected, on her dresser, it’s my ANR
Ain’t got to put no diamonds ’round her neck for her to give me throat
She a ratchet ho, I drive her Altima to handle smoke
She keep it on the low, we fuckin’, but it ain’t nobody know
She call me the, “G.O.A.T.,” I told her, “Give that title to her throat”
Bitches on my line, a lot of bitches on my line, I’m a fisherman
Every time we fuck and I record, I’m a cameraman
I pull up, I got hoes in the truck, I’m a fireman
I pulled up on her and I bust it, but I didn’t shoot her man
Yeah, big facts
Bitches speakin’ on my name, bitch, give my dick back (Give my dick back)
These bitches fine bein’ broke wit’ a six-pack (Wow)
But I can get a Coi lookin’ bitch (Uh-huh), but I ain’t wit’ that (Uh-uh)
But you can take a tongue out a trick without a Tic Tac (Uh-huh, yeah)
You want a nigga wit’ dough (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You pop up at my shows (Yeah, yeah)
You bleach ya nigga clothes (Yeah, yeah)
You stressin’, huh? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You fuckin’ niggas who told (Uh, yeah)
You messy wit’ my bro (Bitch)
Yo’ friends steal out the store (Bitch, yeah, yeah)
They messy, huh?