2 f*cks (feat. t.i., chip, b.o.b., travis scott, trae tha truth, young dro) lyrics

Hustle gang
London boy in the building
Oh sh*t
By the way, UK
Wha gwaan [?]

Okay so n*ggas wanna hate on me, I don't give 2 f*cks
You better mind who you have with your kids with your baby mama get caught
I like girls come roll my weed, pour her up, pour her up
Even if I run out of money bet I won't run out of luck
My n*gga ride who I grew up in the hood for real
I had dreams bout a house on the hills
There's a couple things that we'd run from and that is police and bills
Before I f*cking die I'm going to sniff up a mil
I do it for the pus*y & the money & the thrill
My n*gga it's f*ck you & your opinion too if your name is not on my will

I don't give 2 f*cks

If I'm in the building you know I'm screwed up
Even in a threesome, I don't give two f*cks
Got so many b*tches I'm gonna need two trucks
Lame ass n*gga just f*ck my cool up
Lyin ass ho trynna spread rumors
Men gon lie, a women gon lie
So when you think about it who can you trust
Nobody, nobody, errybody worry bout the old bobby
I got 2 blunts rolled up in each earpiece
I'll turn your party to a dro party
All about my green like a neo solo artist
I be coming off the top like a tobogan
I say I don't give a f*ck, can't deal with it that's your problem, ho
n*gga hol' up, I ain't tryna call yo ho up
pus*y probably smell like throw up
Err body know her for sucking on the di*k until it blow up
pus*y hair need a lawnmower, I'll show a ho the door
I don't give a f*ck n*gga so what
Matter fact I don't give 2 f*cks
You and that sl*t with that flappy-ass butt
Fat ho never would get in my truck
She could never get f*cked
For her it would never stand up
Hanging out with my balls, like "hell n*gga naw"
f*ckin suckas now you dealin' wit' some real n*ggas y'all
I can show you how to get a mil' in the fall
Make it double by the Winter then triple by the Summer
First Benz for yourself, baby mama get a Hummer
Get a crib for your mama, pass the chopper to the gunner
Its a hundred, f*ck around if you wanna
n*gga I don't give a f*ck

Trae-tha-Truth Gates, young n*gga rich
Who the f*ck you n*ggas think you're talking to b*tch
Middle fingers up plates safe, eat di*k
Never gave a f*ck and prolly still don't b*tch
Run up [?]
Balled on a hater, you ain't see me shoot around
Never walk up out the club til money cover the ground
All gold chains they weigh about 10 pounds
Tryna find a sl*t that f*cks for 10 rounds
I tell her go long and ready for 10 downs
Mention my name it rang in all towns
King of turf my throne is all brown
Hustle gang b*tch, my hustle is out of order
When I'm done with that I get back in somebody daughter
I don't f*ck wit n*ggas, my temper done got shorter
I'll WorldStar they ass and play them like a recorder
These hoes be calling like: no top (Mmm-kay)
Chevy geeked up, eat em' up (Mmm-kay)
These ain't 'gators, these crocs (Okay)
These ain't diamonds, these rocks (Okay)
Cutlass [?] we the camp
4 G's right under this Lam'
Tell a b*tch I don't give 2 f*cks, matter fact b*tch I don't give a damn
I'm the sh*t with a rifle, lose meat like Lipo
I text that b*tch, she could suck my di- Shhh! (Typo)
I meant she could suck my di*k, my truck so sick
I'm 'bout to call Wayne up, tell that n*gga truk my fit
Ho know where I'm at like Low-Jack, yo' camp I blow back
I don't give 2 f*cks, but they already know that
I'm cool like winter freeze (Brrr!), in London where Chip be
I was so fresh in the booty club thursday, them hoes tried to tip me

If I had 2 di*ks, I wouldn't give 2 f*cks
Last week in Magic City, spending In God We Trusts
2 sphinx on my chain, who the hell King Tut?
Since the world made me, now the whole globe blessed up
Oh, you wanna f*ck me? Need at least 2 butts
Yeah, you wanna smoke with me? You need at least 10 blunts
Uh, I ain't touchin that cup, 'less a motherf*cker screwed up
And I'm young & I'm gettin' it, and I never gave 2 f*cks