IDGAF - Andrew Balogh, Lexy Panterra, Beez

I got my top down

Riding through the city LA bound

Got my girlies with me my out

We ain’t sitting pretty

Got my gold fangs, I’m bout to get gritty

Bottles on bottles, we pass them around

Shot after shot, yeah, we taking them down

Finally hit me, I’m feeling it now

Got a let’s turn it around

You ain’t got shit to say now

I’m about to bring the heat out

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

I don’t give a fuck

Hate it when I walk away now

Wishing I was still your playground

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

I don’t give a fuck (x5)

Yo, negative 8 fucks given

I told them I would blow up, but they didn’t wanna listen

Get them hot, tell them cool it now, just like new edition

They don’t wanna scrap, I’m like «Look at all of these chickens»

God damn, my flow dumb

Immune to bullshit, swear that I’m so numb

Living good, cheesing while I’m putting up both thumbs

None of y’all songs bang, you beating on broke drums

Taking more shots then Pac did

With a bop I’m testing the head like a pop quiz

Flow tighter than a speedo

So when I say I’m in my Pjs, I ain’t talking bout sleep though

You ain’t got shit to say now

I’m about to bring the heat out

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

I don’t give a fuck

Hate it when I walk away now

Wishing I was still your playground

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

I don’t give a fuck (x5)

Let’s see I’m young and dangerous

All the bad bitches wanna hang with us

Only real with me, nothing fake with us

It be looking like somebodies birthday when we come through 'cause the cake

with us

Got it on lock like a safe with us

Boy, don’t play with us

You can’t find another me, they ain’t make enough

Cause Beez the supreme type

They gave me the green light

So every time I spit a dope verse, I get the fiends hype

Call it whatever you got to

I’m sicker than Achoo (Bless you)

If you hating on me that’s cool (Okay)

Just know that

I’m the best, so I be smiling with my middle fingers up in every Kodak

219 but you already know that

You ain’t got shit to say now

I’m about to bring the heat out

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

I don’t give a fuck

Hate it when I walk away now

Wishing I was still your playground

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

I don’t give a fuck (x5)