I Don’t lyrics

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
Rose Gold A.P., 200 plain
I don't know what that is, Youngsta, my sh*t bang
My sh*t bussin, my sh*t flooding
Tell you something ’bout them three big letters, we getting money
I want a hundred now, used to run sh*t down
Used to be half bows, now it's 200 pounds
I can hit the hound, with beans and blicks
Ten thou to a b*tch if she seeing me kiss
Another ten to her friend, who be all on my di*k
If she ain't on her second Benz, she don’t know me at all
Keep it real with me, we used to f*ck with the dawg
Now I'm screaming "hell na, this n*gga the law"
And if they don't want it hard, I'm sending it soft
To all my n*ggas on the yard, all this sh*t is for y'all
Get here in a hurry, fake pages be trippin
They playing me dirty, but I'm still f*cking they b*tches
Lou, I miss you, my n*gga
At the trap I'm with Diddy
Bring me 5 thousand I'm going for 50
Order five bottles of spade, I’m doing it p*ssy
How you duck all them raids wasn’t in the city
I don't trust no b*tch
And I don’t tolerate ho sh*t
But if I'm rich, then n*gga, my ho rich
And if I'm lit n*gga, we both lit
I don't trust no n*gga
Show you how to make a hundred thou in four minutes
I mix wives with gold diggers, dawgy a cold n*gga
Used to f*ck with your ho, n*gga
I don’t got no n*gga
I don't give no f*ck
Stars in the Rolls truck, ran me four bucks
She a good b*tch, how when I'm beating her down?
Remember Skeet on the pound, remember boy eating chow?
[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
I don't trust no ho
You know me and gang'nem getting birds on the low
Rest in peace to Shawty Lo, put my dough on the floor
I was fast bricks they thought it was some blow
No, don't give no f*ck, that's why I come outside with my tooly tucked
I'm a lethal weapon, f*ck with me, somebody gon' come shoot you up
n*ggas sending shots, I'm sending shots back out a dually truck
You got smoke with me, I sware to God, you won't know who to duck
When they took my guys, that there hurt my pride
Ain't no need to jump off my ride if you ain't gon' slide
On that demon sh*t, late night sh*t, creeping, bumping Plies
Death before dishonor, f*ck with me, somebody die
Homicide, we them guys, ain't gon' stop til they free the guys
n*ggas ain't solid, they turned the phones off, tried to leave the guys
But we ain't trippin, you know me and gang'nem sitting courtside
Send them lil pus*ys stopping this smoke we don't let it slide
I bought an A.P. for my lil b*tch, took her off welfare
Pay for her ass and her tits, but I don't dare care
Real made man, you know mama raised a hustler
I was the one sellin' work, never been a customer
Play with me, on sight, I shoot you down, I ain't tryna tussle
He shoot with the switch, ain't got sh*t to say, I ain't no fusser
You know we kick you out the camp quick, if you turn buster
No, I ain't got no love for no motherf*cker sucker