No f*cks Given lyrics

[Intro: 3zzy]
I'ma thug how I thug, ain't no f*cks given (Too Raw)
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: 3zzy]
I'ma thug how I thug, ain't no f*cks given
Partner for my kidney donor, all these prescriptions
Let two n*ggas mug me, I bet one missin'
Play me left, short bus, cuh a dumb n*gga
Nick Cannon step-cousin, we got drums with us
HB lock him in with the outfielders
Before they di*k-ride on gang, they'll doubt n*ggas
Stay away from weird hoes and these loud n*ggas
Real zaz in the 'bow, cro, my pounds different
But let's get back to the rappin' and the flu flam
Caught his b*tch, she got hit with the grand slam
I'm 3zzy motherf*ckin' Bron James with the gameplan
I can shoot the Glock two ways, ain't gotta change hands
Chinese b*tch suckin' and f*ckin' on a headstand
Learned the method, got a n*gga feelin' like I'm Redman
Learned the method, got a n*gga feelin' like I'm Redman

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
This lil' boy tried me in '08, now he a dead man
AR came with two clips and a leg stand
PLR so loud, that b*tch came with a headset
Versace everything, five racks for my bedset
Cuz ain't got no real blues, he a fake Crip
Got a real drank plug, every morning, we bust an eight script
A little bit of cocaine, baking soda, and some cake mix
Honestly, before I made rap, I sold fake bricks
Lou whipped out a ninety script, I'ma take six
I break sh*t, shot him in his chin, gave him a facelift
b*tch, I'm good in LA, they treat me like family
Fully-auto stick, fifty-second clip, I treat it like the Grammys
Oh, we was talkin' 'bout Percocets? I eat them like ham
Hutch jewelry f*cked my wrist up, I need another hand
I can slide in a Dodge Caravan or bust 'em out the Ram
Made a lot of money off the dog, but the sh*t never touched my hand
[Verse 3: 3zzy]
Up a lil', on gangsters, I seen the change in n*ggas
Before you make it, they treat you like you a famous n*gga
If EDD your biggest bag, then you a basic n*gga
Brand new chop and I'm tryna hit a n*gga facial with it
Coroners identified the murder like it's hatred in it
But we from Cali, they swear like it was some Haitian n*ggas
I seen the dopest n*ggas fall behind you basic b*tches
Three bodies on one nick', the opps really hate the nickel
And you could die, they wouldn't glorify your ranking, n*gga
Gotta have patience, it's all about how you gon' pace it, n*gga
Lookin' at my son, I promise daddy gon' make it, n*gga
I'm dummy-dodgin', opp lurkin' for all you hatin' n*ggas, huh?

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
Don't come around me icy, I'll take it, n*gga
Drop eighty shots at one time, I might break the pistol
Okay, the whole hood know we rich, but that ain't the issue
Went to buy a zip, bro gave me a brick like, "Here, take it with you"
I wonder if I ice my girl out, would that make you listen?
They think this sh*t happened overnight, but it ain't that simple
I ain't wearin' MCM no more 'cause it ain't expensive
Hit him in his head with the Glock, he got eighteen stitches
I got some killers in the Bronx, don't get buck-fifty
Would you believe me if I told you yesterday I made one-sixty?
I don't even wanna do a feature if you ain't got a gun with you
Six guns in that video I did with Big Key, but wasn't one in it