Never Cared lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Jungleboy Beats)
Roll up Posto, right now
G Herbo (DJ Mil-Ticket)
Uh, uh, for real

[Verse 1]
Before I leave the house, I pack a bag
Couple grams of OG and my latest mag
Plus I'm dripping swag, n*gga, get in your bag
Buy my b*tch designer, then get mad she don't ever wear it
All my friends are dead, I never cared
My block is on the red (Red zone), we never cared
Shoot n*ggas in the head, we never scared
Been on your block a few times, you ain't never there
Used to see me right there, now I'm everywhere
I been making all this money, so I'm everywhere
f*ck around, stacked up fifty a month since February
f*ck around and take two-fifty and stunt for when I never had it
Definitely when a n*gga had it, all my n*ggas had it
Know these ratchet b*tches begging
Who sucking di*k the fastest?
New M6, who kit the fastest?
I'ma just put it in sport and fly past 'em
I hit the Posto, feel like I got asthma
Every b*tch I f*ck in Miami a dancer
My b*tch gon' get nasty anyway, I don't gotta ask her
She gon' come pull me to f*ck in the bathroom
Slide in the room at a party and smash it
Slide, I might get the top while in traffic
I don't ever really even f*ck on the mattress
My girl look like a girl that likes girls
Havin' threesomes 'cause I ain't never f*ck on a actress
[Chorus]
Get f*cked up, roll up
Rep yo' sh*t, throw it up
What you drinking? Pour it up
Now it's going up, you throwing up
'Cause you drunk as f*ck, what the f*ck?
Tell her I wanna f*ck, she know what's up
Yo' b*tch get tore up, she want another cup
You with that sh*t or what? You gon' do this or what?

[Verse 2]
b*tch, you nuts, you just hit my blunt
What the f*ck? You lil' dirty sl*t
All I used to give a f*ck was dirty cups
Sipping on that Act', I f*cked off thirty bucks
And I helped the Hi-Tech plug run it up
Spent my last on codeine, I was dumb as f*ck
Lean had me so sleep sometimes, I ain't wanna f*ck
Had to quit that sh*t because I love to f*ck
Definition of a sex junky, I take drugs to f*ck
Give her a bean, watch how she turn to a di*k suck machine
Fresh on the scene, she wanna f*ck 'cause I'm in that McQueen
Paid two stacks for the jacket, straight off the rack and a rack for the jeans
I was on Essex with ratchets in my jacket, you know what's brackin' with me
I've just been racking up twenties and thirties a show like a racking machine
When you gon' get with that racket, you know what's gon' happen, we clapping the scene
We ain't with the dissin' and rappin', you know what's gon' happen, we clapping your team
Ride with the team (Ride with the team), in traffic with beams (Ayy)
Rollin' off beans (Rollin' off beans), you know what that means (You know what that means)
Already masked up, when we pull over you know it's a green
Police know me, already know not to ask nun' (Yeah)
They already know I don't know anything
[Chorus]
Get f*cked up, roll up
Rep yo' sh*t, throw it up
What you drinking? Pour it up
Now it's going up, you throwing up
'Cause you drunk as f*ck, what the f*ck?
Tell her I wanna f*ck, she know what's up
Yo' b*tch get tore up, she want another cup
You with that sh*t or what? You gon' do this or what?
Get f*cked up, roll up
Rep yo' sh*t, throw it up
What you drinking? Pour it up
Now it's going up, you throwing up
'Cause you drunk as f*ck, what the f*ck?
Tell her I wanna f*ck, she know what's up
Yo' b*tch get tore up, she want another cup
You with that sh*t or what? You gon' do this or what?