GIVE NO f*ckS ! lyrics

by

​​​​​​nascar aloe


[Intro: Kb3each]
Yeah, what, Nascar came in this
Ugh, ugh, whoa

[Hook: Kb3each]
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique

[Verse 1: Kb3each]
Give no f*ck, might spill on my Balenciagas
Cannot do no show unless you talkin' dollars
Choppa is Keyshia Cole, they sing just like opera
Yeah my b*tch got a fat ass, yeah she proper
Ship that pack, get it back, we eatin' lobster
Seen you lackin' last week, I coulda got ya
They call me OJ Juicy Man, the way I'm catchin' plays
Yeah you know I need a Wells or a BOA
[Hook: Kb3each]
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique

[Verse 2: Nascar Aloe]
b*tch I am Nascar, no AutoZone
Drivin' too fast, not no chaperone
Shawty love me but I do her wrong
I'm 'bout my bread, hoe f*ck what you on
Balance that ass like a tightrope
Shawty throatin' my sh*t, think she might choke
Don't think you should f*ck with my cult
Cause they worship my sh*t like the Bible
Why he keep talkin' like his ass was relevant?
That b*tch be lyin' and sayin' she celibate
They want a feature so bad that they beg for it
These f*ckboys rookies, but I am a veteran
I Billie Jean the b*tch, I put my di*k after she told me she to sh*t
Ain't like the previous, I am the Devil, can't go where the preacher is
Raise hell, raise hell
I don't think these pus*y boys 'round you is raised well
Shooters get the message and spread it like chain mail
Yeah salt and pepper, I don't use the same scale
b*tch I get the toll for free but you pay retail
He think that he better than me, that boy, he shell
They keep puttin' dirt on my name but I prevail
Now I'm gettin' guap and they salty like seashell
[?] not the Illuminati, I don't keep no Glock
b*tch I tote the shotty, do him sloppy, then I send him off
Throw the Maserati, sold yo thotty, I just need the guap
I'm a sh*tty copy, catchin' bodies, I'm gon' watch 'em drop
[Hook: Kb3each]
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
Turnt up-Turnt up with my clique
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique
Give no f*ck, don't give no sh*ts
b*tch I'm turnt up with my clique
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