Chachi’s Revenge lyrics

[Intro]
League of Stars
I don’t give a f*ck about you, though…
Di-D-D-Di Di-Diamond Lane

[Verse 1]
My baby mamas say I wasn’t sh*t, and at first I used to believe ‘em
Now they on my di*k, ’cause a young n*gga out here eatin’
Every time I hop in my whip, I light one of my pre-rolls
At gettin’ gwap, I’m Gucci, without the ice cream cone
Sticking to that G-Code, I take a shot then reload
Only f*ck with my street folk ’cause these rap n*ggas too emo
Forever on my grind, yeah, my five kids, they need clothes
Pump bucking at fake f*cks ’cause like pimps they need hoes
Blaow! Bloaw! Oh my lord – my ho and my chain gold
Life be my b*tch and that ho move when I say so
Good in my ‘hood, yeah, I play the block like Lego
Real goons on my payroll – I save money, you save hoes
Mountain high, I Range Rove, to the top on you n*ggas
If this was ’09 I would’ve been socking on n*ggas
f*ck that, rather profit on n*ggas – toe tag every beat Louis give me
Oh yeah I’m a problem, oh mama, no condoms
We’re yelling out “f*ck all you pussies”

[Hook]
I don’t give a f*ck about you, though…
I don’t give a f*ck about you, though
We ain’t never struggle together
We ain’t made no money together…
I don’t give a f*ck about you, though…
I don’t give a f*ck about you, though…
So go that way, hoe…
[Verse 2]
They mad I made it, that’s why I be smiling so much
I’m killing these n*ggas, but damn it’s some b*tches I’m dying to f*ck
100 on records, these rappers is pussies, be lying too much
Approach and then pop ‘em, my boy, I ain’t really with iron too much
Try your luck – better be bad, bruh
You’ll lose that breath, no asthma
Keep a b*tch coming like cash, huh?
Money ain’t funny, no laughter
It’s coming from my sides, n*gga
It’s all winners ’round me…
In a room full of pussies, all I see is dinners ’round me
Well I eat ‘em up – YSL Centre, Adida’d up
You hug that b*tch, you luh that b*tch
I only call that ho when I need to f*ck
Got another ‘cycle, I just filled it up
An another one I don’t event tough
My goonies on you, I’d better warn you boy
Quack! Quack! You might need to duck

[Outro]
I don’t give a f*ck about you, though…
I don’t give a f*ck about you, though
We ain’t never struggle together
We ain’t made no money together…
I don’t give a f*ck about you, though…
I don’t give a f*ck about you, though…
I don’t give a f*ck about you, though…
I don’t give a f*ck about you, though…
So go that way, hoe…