I Don’t Give a f*ck lyrics

Intro: (Bali)
Hey man it's your boy Bali
Ay I'm feelin my motherf*ckin self n*gga
Words can't break me n*gga
The hate don't make me n*gga
(I don't give a f*ck)
Yeah
(I don't give a f*ck)
Hey Duck, hey Ace let's put it on they ass my n*gga
(n*gga I don't give a f*ck)
(b*tch I don't give a f*ck)

Betta recognize a real n*gga when you see one
Look at my clique four n*ggas you don't see none
Had a job, f*ck a job, n*gga can't keep one
Headed back to the streets where a n*gga is from
Pockets bulging, pistol totin, c*cked and loaded
But you won't notice, cuz I'm a low key n*gga
So I walk lightly, getting bucks so f*ck any n*gga who don't like me
No trust for a b*tch, yeah they so trifling
I'm hardcore for dem hoes, yeah I'm so Icy
Bali Boy and Papa Duck, four pills to the mug
Me and Ace getting cake think I give a mother f*ck about

Chorus:
All that hate, and all that envy
Don't make or break me
Yeah it really don't offend me
Them young n*ggas silent
Words can't bend me
f*ck what ya heard these words for the enemy
The enemy: (I don't give a f*ck) bout none of y'all
(I don't give a f*ck) bout none of y'all
(n*gga I don't give a f*ck) bout none of y'all
(b*tch I don't give a f*ck)
Papa Duck:
(You a rude ass n*gga)
My n*gga you blind
I ain't with ya n*gga not I
You a real n*gga, sh*t I don't see how
You gon' make a n*gga ban your ass
You don't see all these Haitian flags?
Hey Bali, slap that n*gga in the mouth
With that fire so his ass can stop hollerin
From Belle Glade all the way up Fort Pierce
Head first in the streets is how a n*gga live
Papa Duck on the block getting hunduns
(who taught ya how to get money?) n*gga Jon Jon
Ay Bali they mad cuz we got funds
At least we know that it's comin from

Chorus (with Ace Hood in background):
All that hate, and all that envy
Don't make or break me
Yeah it really don't offend me
Them young n*ggas silent
Words can't bend me
(Bali I got ya homie)
f*ck what ya heard these words for the enemy
(Straight up n*gga)
The enemy: (I don't give a f*ck) bout none of y'all
(We don't give a f*ck about these n*ggas out here homie)
(I don't give a f*ck) bout none of y'all
(Too much money I can't see y'all n*ggas homie)
(n*gga I don't give a f*ck) bout none of y'all
(b*tch I don't give a f*ck)
Ace Hood:
(I don't give a f*ck)
Ace Hood
Ay I don't give a f*ck
I never gave a damn
If money ain't involved I ain't tryin to understand
Understand hundred grand in my pants I swag
When I pull up in that jag, peanut butter soft rag
Tell them n*ggas I'm back
With that duffle on the dash and that pistol in the stash
Make a n*gga bite, down, AK-47, rounds
Make a n*gga lay, down, tell that fool what, now
Yeah it's bout to go, down
Young gutta motherf*cker tell them others bout me
When you see me in the streets fake n*ggas don't speak
Imma treat ya like T.I.P. homie you don't know me
Me and Bali blowin green and we stuck to the cream so quit

Chorus:
All that hate, and all that envy
Don't make or break me
Yeah it really don't offend me
Them young n*ggas silent
Words can't bend me
f*ck what ya heard these words for the enemy
The enemy: (I don't give a f*ck) bout none of y'all
(I don't give a f*ck) bout none of y'all
(n*gga I don't give a f*ck) bout none of y'all
(b*tch I don't give a f*ck)