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fbg cash - give no fucks lyrics

[intro: fbg cash]
f+ck this sh+t up real quick, no more free cash 2, man
wooski, what it do, man? (on a whole lotta that gang sh+t)
copo, what’s popping, man?
ebk, you know how we coming, man (051, what it do, man?)
no more free cash 2, b+tch
suu whoop, blood ‘nem over there in damenville, what it do, man? (you don’t want no drama, though)
[?] popping
[?] duck, what it do, man?
[?]
[verse 1: fbg cash]
i’m f+ckin’ his mama (huh)
i’m lovin’ the way that she suckin’ me, yeah (thotty)
give no f+cks, yeah (nah)
tooka in my blunt, yeah (tooka)
double cups, yeah (d+mn)
xanax got me slumped, yeah (dope)
i’m so with the drama (baow)
so i went and got me a llama, yeah (baow, baow, baow)
go hit 600 (grrt)
then go [?] loose screw with young money ‘nem (baow, baow, baow)
clean as f+ck, yeah
please don’t try to touch him (don’t try to touch him)
’cause i got them k!llers (brrt, brrt, brrt)
i’m down with my n+ggas, them commas, we gеt ’em, yeah (gang, gang, gang)
don’t show no feelings
’cause thеy’ll come and get you for thinkin’ it’s swisher, yeah (brrt)
run up on them, you can try your luck, yeah
last goofy tried that, he dead as f+ck, yeah (nuski, nuski, nuski)
i’m through with the talking, this kush got me coughing, i’m counting j money, yeah (money)
spilled my cup, d+mn, big glo got me stuck, ayy (glo gang)
f+cking off them commas
got you balling on a budget (huh)
i was balling when you wasn’t (swish, swish, swish)
when i shoot, i beat the buzzer
all my commas come from hustling (these commas)
i be trapping, shooting dice (trap, trap, trap, trap)
and trapping hard for these commas (commas)
everyday i text my mama (my mama)
just in case the reaper coming (baow)
i know n+ggas out to get me
bro ‘nem won’t let nothin’ come near me
he too friendly, up them glizzies, ayy (brrt)
all the b+tches on me, that’s ’cause i’m so clouted up (clout, clout, clout)
pull up in somethin’ mounted up (skrrt)
no+no, you can’t get down with us
won’t let the industry young thugger me (young thugger)
i’m cool with counting up (i’m counting)
i’m in my trap house counting up (i’m counting)
’cause i’m so thirsty for these commas, ayy (these commas)
but don’t think i’m not with the bullsh+t (brrt)
you see me, i’m keeping the full clip (brrt)
in traffic, i’m smoking the dead opps (loud)
catch fivestar, he get the full clip, ayy (he get the full clip)
[chorus: fbg cash & wooski]
give no f+cks, ayy, we don’t give no f+cks, yeah
go anywhere and on the g, i don’t get touched, ayy
try me if you wanna, know you wanna k!ll me, don’t you? yeah
said it first, these sneaky b+tches tryna put ’em on us, yeah
give no f+cks, yeah, we don’t give no f+cks, yeah (don’t give no f+ck)
i say what i want and on the g, i don’t get touched, ayy (on the g)
give no f+cks, yeah, we don’t give no f+cks, yeah
and we glizzied up, so come run up and try your luck, ayy (bah, bah, bah, bah)

[verse 2: wooski]
we don’t give a f+ck, yeah
posted on st. lawrence, we got the semi in the cut, yeah (063)
we got the semi in the cut, yeah (boom+boom)
snipers on the roof, we be f+cking them n+ggas up, yeah
pull up in that black truck, yeah, they say, “ain’t that wooski?”
just hop out, i’m going nuts, ayy (glah, boom)
just hop out, i’m going nuts, yeah (glah)
thumbing through them bands too much, i got some papercuts, man

[outro: wooski]
we don’t give a f+ck
ask the opps, we hit ’em up
we don’t give a f+ck
think you can’t and you get touched
r.i.p. and free my n+ggas, man
f+ck the opps, they know how we rocking, man
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

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