I Don't Care

(Crash!) (Aye 95) (Aye, aye, No Mercy) (Come in here, Crash) (Wtf?) (You Know that) Ion really care about a soul Y'all can go to hell If you ain't my family or No Mercy Ion wish you well Cause I know if I quit you ain't gon care But nah I'm gon prevail I ain't gotta tell her that I'm real I know that she can tell He said he want smoke, I dropped my loc Now he done tucked his tail I can't social beef on no computer Don't say it just do it Punch em in the jaw, he looking goofy And talking real stupid Madagascar w the work I like to move it move it .223 and .556 hit different Try not to confuse em I was on the bus with flamethrowers In the 7th grade Mama found my lighter, took my phone But I still love my flame I know I'm gon make it Cause I won't let 'em get in my way Waking up to 7-figure bank accounts gon make my day Hellcat, Trackhawk, i like all them fast cars Need me a lil wifey ting, got tired of you fast broads I'm bouta sign a deal I gotta f*ck all of this cash off Run me up a Mil at 22, just from my laptop Found the missing piece, start making beats S/O to crash dawg If he sent a $1000 for a pack Yeah that's a crash call If we cop a telly imma treat her like a ragdoll Haters on my dick Lemme cop this drake and make 'em back off Groupies at the telly, like I'm Future Tell em mask off I hate when weirdo bitches try kick it Tell em move around First they ask you why I go so hard Now they just ask me how He said he want beef, I tell his goofy ass go find a cow I hit his favorite hoe and now he mad Get a better grip My brothers treat them sticks like Beyblades They gon let em rip My homie passed away at 19, that shit still got me sick Ion really care about a soul Y'all can go to hell If you ain't my family or No Mercy Ion wish you well Cause I know if I quit you ain't gon care But nah I'm gon prevail I ain't gotta tell her that I'm real I know that she can tell He said he want smoke, I dropped my loc Now he done tucked his tail I can't social beef on no computer Don't say it just do it Punch em in the jaw, he looking goofy And talking real stupid Madagascar w the work I like to move it move it .223 and .556 hit different Try not to confuse em I was on the bus with flamethrowers In the 7th grade Mama found my lighter, took my phone But I still love my flame I know I'm gon make it Cause I won't let 'em get in my way (Tf is wrong with 'em)