Songtexte No Fucks To Give - Trilfiger

I got no fucks to give
Bout to go hop out that whip
Know Imma shoot of the rip

You ain't shooting shit I said buck up
Ain't bout the bread shut the fuck up
You talk to the feds undercover
I feel him with led say what up

What up
What up
What the Fuck is up
Cutta
Cutta
Walking down I cut him up

Heard he want to run up he run up and he get stabbed
That shit gonna happen you talking about them bags
Know I'm pistol packing you run up and you get whacked
Roll him in wood and then smoke him just like some pack

Light it up
The pipe is up
Ride with a flame
Bitch I'm outside with the gang
Big ole choppa let it ring
Let it sing
448 that's a stain

448 that's a pound
Moving that weight through your town
Keep me a K hunnid round
Shoot at his face gun him down

Gun him down
Wet him up
Hunnid round
Get him good

I would stand on my money but I'm afraid of heights
That's right
My money too tall
You get locked and I'm who you call
Couldn't fit my money in a U-haul

Even if I tried
Stuffing that bitch side to side
Too many racks in the ride

Way too many racks
Don't know how to spend it
Way too busy counting stacks
I'm feeling splendid
Wait until I double back
I'm bout to spin it

Spin on your block hood
It's looking not good
For you