[Pre-Hook: Lil Wyte & (Jelly Roll)]
My boss man been trippin lately (I don't give a fuck)
My old lady been trippin lately (I don't give a fuck)
Bill collectors been trippin lately (I don't give a fuck)
Even my mama, she been trippin lately (I don't give a fuck)
[Hook: Jelly Roll & (Lil Wyte)]
It's one of them days that I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
It's one of them days that I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
It's one of them days that I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
It's one of them days that I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
[Verse 1: Lil Wyte]
I woke up, I'm out of weed, my lady trippin out on me
Don't wanna go to this warehouse, man this job, I swear I wanna leave
I work my ass off to get a couple of hundred bucks a week
After bills, pills, beer and weed I ain't got money to eat
So I followed my boss right to his house
And I put this pistol in his mouth
Robbed him and told him I'd kill his kids
If he ever made a fuckin sound
Went to work the next day with a smile
Toss some box like up and happen
I don't give a fuck, I'm out this bitch soon as I make it rappin
Don't believe, bitch wait and see
One day you'll be a memory
Every time you see my CD, bitch you will remember me
On that fuckin shit, quit fuckin with you
Scratch it off my bucket list
I'm fuckin pissed, tryin to pop a buck
Calm down, I'm done with this
My boss man been trippin lately (I don't give a fuck)
My old lady been trippin lately (I don't give a fuck)
Bill collectors been trippin lately (I don't give a fuck)
Even my mama, she been trippin lately (I don't give a fuck)
[Hook: Jelly Roll & (Lil Wyte)]
It's one of them days that I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
It's one of them days that I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
It's one of them days that I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
It's one of them days that I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
[Verse 1: Lil Wyte]
I woke up, I'm out of weed, my lady trippin out on me
Don't wanna go to this warehouse, man this job, I swear I wanna leave
I work my ass off to get a couple of hundred bucks a week
After bills, pills, beer and weed I ain't got money to eat
So I followed my boss right to his house
And I put this pistol in his mouth
Robbed him and told him I'd kill his kids
If he ever made a fuckin sound
Went to work the next day with a smile
Toss some box like up and happen
I don't give a fuck, I'm out this bitch soon as I make it rappin
Don't believe, bitch wait and see
One day you'll be a memory
Every time you see my CD, bitch you will remember me
On that fuckin shit, quit fuckin with you
Scratch it off my bucket list
I'm fuckin pissed, tryin to pop a buck
Calm down, I'm done with this
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