Hustle Gang, Travis Scott, T.I., B.o.B, Trae Tha Truth, CHIP — 2 F*cks

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Hustle gang
London boy in the building
Oh shit
By the way, UK
Wha gwaan

Okay so niggas wanna hate on me, I don’t give 2 fucks
You better mind who you have with your kids with your baby mama get caught
I like girls come roll my weed, pour her up, pour her up
Even if I run out of money bet I won’t run out of luck
My nigga ride who I grew up in the hood for real
I had dreams bout a house on the hills
There’s a couple things that we’d run from and that is police and bills
Before I fucking die I’m going to sniff up a mil
I do it for the pussy & the money & the thrill
My nigga it’s fuck you & your opinion too if your name is not on my will

I don’t give 2 fucks

If I’m in the building you know I’m screwed up
Even in a threesome, I don’t give two fucks
Got so many bitches I’m gonna need two trucks
Lame ass nigga just fuck my cool up
Lyin ass ho trynna spread rumors
Men gon lie, a women gon lie
So when you think about it who can you trust
Nobody, nobody, errybody worry bout the old bobby
I got 2 blunts rolled up in each earpiece
I’ll turn your party to a dro party
All about my green like a neo solo artist
I be coming off the top like a tobogan
I say I don’t give a fuck, can’t deal with it that’s your problem, ho

Nigga hol’ up, I ain’t tryna call yo ho up
Pussy probably smell like throw up
Err body know her for sucking on the dick until it blow up
Pussy hair need a lawnmower, I’ll show a ho the door
I don’t give a fuck nigga so what
Matter fact I don’t give 2 fucks
You and that slut with that flappy-ass butt
Fat ho never would get in my truck
She could never get fucked
For her it would never stand up
Hanging out with my balls, like «hell nigga naw»
Fuckin suckas now you dealin’ wit’ some real niggas y’all
I can show you how to get a mil’ in the fall
Make it double by the Winter then triple by the Summer
First Benz for yourself, baby mama get a Hummer
Get a crib for your mama, pass the chopper to the gunner
Its a hundred, fuck around if you wanna
Nigga I don’t give a fuck

Trae-tha-Truth Gates, young nigga rich
Who the fuck you niggas think you’re talking to bitch
Middle fingers up plates safe, eat dick
Never gave a fuck and prolly still don’t bitch
Run up
Balled on a hater, you ain’t see me shoot around
Never walk up out the club til money cover the ground
All gold chains they weigh about 10 pounds
Tryna find a slut that fucks for 10 rounds
I tell her go long and ready for 10 downs
Mention my name it rang in all towns
King of turf my throne is all brown
Hustle gang bitch, my hustle is out of order
When I’m done with that I get back in somebody daughter
I don’t fuck wit niggas, my temper done got shorter
I’ll WorldStar they ass and play them like a recorder

These hoes be calling like: no top (Mmm-kay)
Chevy geeked up, eat em’ up (Mmm-kay)
These ain’t ‘gators, these crocs (Okay)
These ain’t diamonds, these rocks (Okay)
Cutlass we the camp
4 G’s right under this Lam’
Tell a bitch I don’t give 2 fucks, matter fact bitch I don’t give a damn
I’m the shit with a rifle, lose meat like Lipo
I text that bitch, she could suck my di- Shhh! (Typo)
I meant she could suck my dick, my truck so sick
I’m ’bout to call Wayne up, tell that nigga truk my fit
Ho know where I’m at like Low-Jack, yo’ camp I blow back
I don’t give 2 fucks, but they already know that
I’m cool like winter freeze (Brrr!), in London where Chip be
I was so fresh in the booty club thursday, them hoes tried to tip me

If I had 2 dicks, I wouldn’t give 2 fucks
Last week in Magic City, spending In God We Trusts
2 sphinx on my chain, who the hell King Tut?
Since the world made me, now the whole globe blessed up
Oh, you wanna fuck me? Need at least 2 butts
Yeah, you wanna smoke with me? You need at least 10 blunts
Uh, I ain’t touchin that cup, ‘less a motherfucker screwed up
And I’m young & I’m gettin’ it, and I never gave 2 fucks