I Don’t Care A$AP Ferg (Ft. Marty Baller)
"I Don’t Care" by A$AP Ferg (Ft. Marty Baller) is a hip-hop track released in 2017. The song expresses themes of resilience, carefree attitude, and confidence in the face of adversity. It features energetic beats and catchy hooks, emphasizing a party vibe. Its bold lyrics resonate with listeners seeking empowerment and self-expression. #HipHop
[Hook: Marty Baller]
I don't care who shot you, I don't care who popped you
I don't care who robbed you, silly nigga, I'm not you
I don't care who robbed you, turn you into a fossil
Now all you niggas scared ‘cause you know I'm a mob dude
I don't care who shot you, I don't care who popped you
I don't care who robbed you, silly nigga, I'm not you
I don't care who robbed you, turn you into a fossil
Now you niggas is scared ‘cause you know I'm a mob dude
[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
I put a couple bands up on your head
Tell 'em, hit you with five shots 'til you dead
One through the arm, then one through the leg
The other three come later right after you dead
Tell me how you feel with your life in my palm
Kiss the ring, Corleone, just announce me The Don
Sit back in my three-piece-suit, sipping [?]
We know who did it, we just remaining calm
I got some infiltrators that be after my paper
I put some money on his head ‘cause he show me his anus
How you bite on the hand that feed you? Don't believe you
I can tell by the look in your eyes, you livin' evil
I'm just giving you a teaspoon
See, my heart colder than a igloo
Once he was my brother, now he is a sucker
Long kiss, now it's time to kill this motherfucker
I don't care who shot you, I don't care who popped you
I don't care who robbed you, silly nigga, I'm not you
I don't care who robbed you, turn you into a fossil
Now all you niggas scared ‘cause you know I'm a mob dude
I don't care who shot you, I don't care who popped you
I don't care who robbed you, silly nigga, I'm not you
I don't care who robbed you, turn you into a fossil
Now you niggas is scared ‘cause you know I'm a mob dude
[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
I put a couple bands up on your head
Tell 'em, hit you with five shots 'til you dead
One through the arm, then one through the leg
The other three come later right after you dead
Tell me how you feel with your life in my palm
Kiss the ring, Corleone, just announce me The Don
Sit back in my three-piece-suit, sipping [?]
We know who did it, we just remaining calm
I got some infiltrators that be after my paper
I put some money on his head ‘cause he show me his anus
How you bite on the hand that feed you? Don't believe you
I can tell by the look in your eyes, you livin' evil
I'm just giving you a teaspoon
See, my heart colder than a igloo
Once he was my brother, now he is a sucker
Long kiss, now it's time to kill this motherfucker
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