I Don’t Give A Fuck Trae tha Truth (Ft. Rick Ross)

[Intro]
Chea
I’m back on my shit, nigga

[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]
Keep playing with me, I’m in this bitch
And can no one fuck with me, I hear the talk
But you ain’t talking with me, keep popping off
I bet this chopper come see, I don’t give no fucks
I don’t give a fuck, nigga, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a fuck, nigga, I don’t give a fuck (I don’t give no fucks)
I don’t give a fuck, nigga, I don’t give a fuck (Yeah)
I don’t give a fuck, nigga, I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Why you all on my dick?
That’s that shit I don’t like
Ho niggas can’t make me believe
I’m trappin', it’s gon' be cold nights
Fuck niggas always got something to say
I’m king, other niggas all in the way
Get your block in your whip, tip all in a day
Boss move, checkmate that was all in the play
A couple niggas don’t like me, oh well
Get a pillow while they bitch go tell
That tough men shit just don’t sell
Streets ride my train I won’t fail
I don’t lip box, I just send shots
Or put a nigga face on the back of a milk box
Fuck that rap shit, I’m a gangster
I don’t get stressed nigga, I get shit poppin'
What the fuck is you looking at, nigga?
Keep tryna play stiff and get found in a box
Just know when I show up on niggas
That Mac-11 got me feelin' like Pac
They say I’m the realest I know it
I bet I show up when I come in this bitch
I go to trippin' it’s over, no point of talkin'
It ain’t nothing to fix