Lyrics We Don't Give A F**k - C-Note, C-Note featuring JK

We Don't Give A F**k

Represent to the fullest, so many be toting bullets
Opening up your eyes and see, your life can end up drastically
And to me this fucked up game mayn, I’m fucking with niggas that crack slang
So many homies done got buried, man it made me insane
Ready for war where the guns last, out in this war when the guns blast
Fucking with me, done gave your life a chance to feel my wrath quick lil' bad
Bitch made niggas wanna hate on us, soldier made niggas but in God we trust
Still in the game where we quick to bust, bunch of cops wanna fuck with us
How many niggas wanna fade the G’s, real ass niggas with the cocoa leaves
Icing the cake floss baked don’t leave, what you see not what it be
Niggas wanna see me, I’m on the 33rd block
The nigga don’t get enough, cause I don’t give a fuck
The nigga don’t get enough, cause we don’t give a fuck
Nigga we don’t give a fuck, we don’t give a fuck
Nigga he don’t give a fuck, nigga they don’t give a fuck
Nigga she don’t give a fuck, we don’t give a fuck
Shipping the coke by the boats, bezeltynes up on my throat
Fully choppers what we tote, leaving them haters up in smoke
All because he with the coke, yeah them niggas came up short
Simply tried to play the smoke, sending bullets all through his coat
Fuck around and get tossed up, fuck around and get crossed up
Do more than shoot your house up, you know to keep your mouth shut
Put them blades up on the truck, put the wood off in the buck
Clovers boys wouldn’t give a fuck, it’s suited up and shoot it up
Ride all day cock they K, boys don’t play that black and grey
Stay the fuck up out my way, chopper bullets I’m gon spray
Pulling them stunts and popping them trunks, rolling that skunk and light the
blunts
Seen the crowd all up in front, we giving the fans just what they want
From H-Town to Oklahoma, I’ma put it down just like I wanna
Yellow bones nigga I’ma bone em, jump in the bub gon hit the corner
Botany Big Shots on the monoblocks, keep the block hot screwed up the spot
Sitting three wheeler off in the drop, see me with a Glock cocked down your
block
Bitch made niggas it’s Note and me, on the one first quick like a G
Leaving niggas face down in reality, niggas ain’t strong when they on the
streets
Fucking with the niggas that be on my block, what set you from nigga this a
chamber lock
What you sipping on nigga has a lil' more rocks, what you lean on nigga I
serving rock
How many niggas gon feel our wrath, how many niggas gon feel our past
C-Note and JK on a paper chase, Oklahoma City and Texas plates
Texas plates out them gate, show em how we do it all through the states
Shipping c.d.'s off by the crates, the boys down South mayn holding weight
We some real niggas don’t give a fuck, ride around town in a trophy truck
Me and JK cock that K, them mark ass niggas they fucked with us