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Warhol.SS

No Fucks Given

 

No Fucks Given


[Warhol.SS:]
Yeah, bitch, I could give a fuck (Ayy, ayy, jahk on the beat)
These niggas don't mention us
But they gotta respect how we get it done (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
MAC-10, submachine, minigun
And it's too many hoes, I ain't picking just one
I was on kick-doors sitting in the front

I done popped two Xans and I lost my top
On the yacht with the hoes, nigga, fuck my opps
We ain't stunting nobody, nigga, fuck your block
Cuz got kicked out, he was fucking up pots
Ayy, niggas is dead to me
I been picking up tens a piece
On the Addy, extended release
Bought a 40, it came with a ruler
You can say I extended the piece

[CEO Trayle:]
And I had to go visit my jeweler
'Cause I had to go get me a piece
Smoke a pound on the beach in Bermuda
'Cause I'm really tryna find me some peace
Ayy, when you riding in the car with them shooters
You might catch you like two bodies a week
Ayy, don't play with us, nigga, we play for keeps
Whole team got Trackhawk Jeeps
Nigga, I was letting them pounds go cheap
Money machine go, "Ffft, beep"
Know for a fact I been high all week
I'll pay a nigga find out where y'all sleep
They don't let us in, say, "They too deep"
And them record labels scared, say, "They too street"
Ayy, nigga, mow your lawn, snakes in this grass

[Warhol.SS:]
Ayy, ayy, I'm still fighting demons all from my past
In the top floor penthouse, maid, all glass
Straight out the trenches, I beat the odds
2021 Suburban, still gotta ride with the rod
We never cutting the grass, the snakes know who stepping large
We got your partner 'cause you was hiding
Send his mama my condolences
Tris with the Wock' in the double cup
I swear this shit her the potent-est
We put that shit on the top like an ornament
Nigga, I'm fortunate, driving the Scat' like a forklift
Play with his shit, we gon' torture
Buffs whiter than some porcelain

Yeah, bitch, I could give a fuck (Ayy, ayy)
These niggas don't mention us
But they gotta respect how we get it done (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
MAC-10, submachine, minigun
And it's too many hoes, I ain't picking just one
I was on kick-doors sitting in the front

Yeah, bitch, I could give a fuck (Ayy, ayy)
These niggas don't mention us
But they gotta respect how we get it done (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
MAC-10, submachine, minigun
And it's too many hoes, I ain't picking just one
I was on kick-doors sitting in the front

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