[Chorus: Charlie Ray]
Back when you were doin' good and I was doin' worse
You wouldn't fuck with me when I was broke and on the turf
But nowadays you makin' me ya main concern
'Cause you see the tables turned, but bitch you gotta wait your turn 'cause
I don't give a fuck about you
Baby, I don't give a fuck about you
Baby, I don't give a fuck about you
When I was drinkin' worse for wear but so were you
But was ready for whatever, had a plan for what to do
But now a days, you look at me like I'm the fool and act like I've been robbin' you, homie, don't bother stoppin' through 'cause
I don't give a fuck about you
Homie, I don't give a fuck about you
Homie, I don't give a fuck about you
[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Don't try to call my phone, thinkin Imma tell you to come through, bitch (nah)
When we was all alone, you would nevah let me run through shit (nah)
I leave em in the past, keepin em off with a kung-fu kick
Funny how a little money can have em all crash-dummy, tryna undo shit
Damn, made a couple fans and now they actin strange
People that used to wolf'll come around and try to ask for change
I told my friends I wanna make ends, just makin sick rap hits
And now they all sit around the circle and say, "He did that shit."
I knew a bitch who used to talk shit and say, "That nigga was whack!"
N' that's the same bitch came to my show and tried to get me to swack
It's funny how niggas wanna come through, back then they nevah did bick it
Then hit my phone from the front do', to ask my ass for a ticket
I got no kinda time, I don't wanna rhyme, even intertwine with a bitch nigga
Used to wolf, talkin hella pop, now you wanna rock - you's a bitch nigga
Back then, I was fat then, you ain't want this diock!
Now I'm brackin with the rappin and you ain't get shiyat, biyaatch!
Back when you were doin' good and I was doin' worse
You wouldn't fuck with me when I was broke and on the turf
But nowadays you makin' me ya main concern
'Cause you see the tables turned, but bitch you gotta wait your turn 'cause
I don't give a fuck about you
Baby, I don't give a fuck about you
Baby, I don't give a fuck about you
When I was drinkin' worse for wear but so were you
But was ready for whatever, had a plan for what to do
But now a days, you look at me like I'm the fool and act like I've been robbin' you, homie, don't bother stoppin' through 'cause
I don't give a fuck about you
Homie, I don't give a fuck about you
Homie, I don't give a fuck about you
[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Don't try to call my phone, thinkin Imma tell you to come through, bitch (nah)
When we was all alone, you would nevah let me run through shit (nah)
I leave em in the past, keepin em off with a kung-fu kick
Funny how a little money can have em all crash-dummy, tryna undo shit
Damn, made a couple fans and now they actin strange
People that used to wolf'll come around and try to ask for change
I told my friends I wanna make ends, just makin sick rap hits
And now they all sit around the circle and say, "He did that shit."
I knew a bitch who used to talk shit and say, "That nigga was whack!"
N' that's the same bitch came to my show and tried to get me to swack
It's funny how niggas wanna come through, back then they nevah did bick it
Then hit my phone from the front do', to ask my ass for a ticket
I got no kinda time, I don't wanna rhyme, even intertwine with a bitch nigga
Used to wolf, talkin hella pop, now you wanna rock - you's a bitch nigga
Back then, I was fat then, you ain't want this diock!
Now I'm brackin with the rappin and you ain't get shiyat, biyaatch!
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