I Don’t Give a f*ck lyrics

[Intro]
It's up, n*gga

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, you know me by name
You know me by name, you know me by gang gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You know me by name (It's up, n*gga)
You know me by gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

[Chorus]
You know I don't give a f*ck
f*ck that n*gga, put him up
We don't give a f*ck
Drag that ho and let her know

[Verse 1]
f*ck that n*gga, put him up, we bring that pressure pressure
Four times to his face, teach that b*tch a lesson
Four times for that Southside, don't let us catch you outside
Club fights, dumb way, outside, gunplay
I walk and talk that dirty track at 2 AM flizzat
Fishing pole up on my back, this my new book sack
Tear your swans in with that gat, I get so reckless
Heard what happened to that boy, we some known steppers
f*ck that n*gga and his partner, he's a known rat
You roll with him so you a ho 'cause you condone that
Let's talk some facts, man, these n*ggas ain't playin' it real no more
These n*ggas can't find you, they'll kill your ho
Stabbed my heart, cut my throat when they killed lil' bro
Now it's poppin' like popcorn, sh*t's poppin' like popcorn (It's up, popcorn)
We so yard, stop playin' 'cause we lay sh*t
This that Southside death row Planet of the Apes sh*t
[Chorus]
You know I don't give a f*ck
f*ck that n*gga, put him up
We don't give a f*ck
Drag that ho and let her know
You know I don't give a f*ck
f*ck that n*gga, put him up
We don't give a f*ck
Drag that ho and let her know

[Verse 2]
b*tch, what? I'll bust your ass up (b*tch, what?)
I'ma take it, young n*gga, and I'm ready to mask up
Telly Hankton on the street, I'm a don dada
Bronxston say I'm ignorant, went got a gold chopper
I'm from that Rouge, win or lose, we don't fold, partner
Owe me money, better pay me what you owe, partner
I don't do no Twitter fingers, I do trigger fingers
I'm a murder charge, n*gga, you a misdemeanor
The DA said I sent my murder victims to the cleaners
Guess he said that 'bout them n*ggas 'cause they was dirty dirty
Say your prayers, grab your best, get your thirty, thirty
This ain't the East or the West, this the dirty dirty
Dirty dirty South, n*gga ridin' by your house
n*ggas tryna get your bag, hope you down to take a loss
Dawg, I hope you got your mask, 'cause these pus*y n*ggas talk
I'll fight a charge again, I'm the motherf*ckin' boss
Lil' n*gga, knock him off
[Chorus]
You know I don't give a f*ck
f*ck that n*gga, put him up
We don't give a f*ck
Drag that ho and let her know
You know I don't give a f*ck
f*ck that n*gga, put him up
We don't give a f*ck
Drag that ho and let her know

[Outro]
Whoop that b*tch and drag that ho to the wall
Whoop that b*tch and drag that ho to the wall
You gotta whoop that b*tch
That n*gga talkin', punch that b*tch in his mouth
That n*gga talkin', punch that b*tch in his mouth