[Intro: Kyle Don't Give A Fuck]
Yeah
Kyle Don't Give A Fuck
Y'all know what it is
Fuck All Dat Bullshit The Album, bitch
Yeah
Yeah
[Chorus: Kyle Don't Give A Fuck]
Yeah, fuck nigga don't want issues (No issues)
Yeah, fuck nigga don't want issues (No issues)
Yeah, fuck nigga don't want issues (No issues)
Yeah, fuck nigga don't want issues (No issues)
Yeah; Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Kyle Don't Give A Fuck]
Stripper bitches litty, slappin' twenties on their ass (Their ass)
That money we be gettin', ain't no spendin' on their ass (Nah)
The hatin' niggas shitty, we be shittin' on their ass (Fuck 'em)
Yeah, we just out herе lit, it get no realer than that cash
Fuck nigga don't want issuеs
[Verse 1: Kyle Don't Give A Fuck]
Pop Percocets and molly (Molly)
Sip Henny, out my body (My body)
That Rémy got me litty
Fuckin' bitches at the party (Party)
These hoes, they love to party (Yep)
These hoes, they go retarded (Retarded)
Call bro, we get it started
Block is lit, we go the hardest (Yep)
Got stripper bitches on their way to twerk and get these bands (Bands)
My stripper bitch, she on the way to work, and bringin' friends (Bring them bitches with you)
My niggas with me, we know haters workin' in advance (Fuck 'em)
My niggas with me on the way up, workin', coppin' bands (Bands)
[?] dick in her throat, lil' stripper drop it low (Freaky lil' bitch)
Got twenties fallin' on the bitch, pop pussy, freaky ho (Yeah)
I pass around the other bitch, I ask around, lil' bro (Ask around)
Slap ass, go down, do splits, pop pussy, she a freaky ho
[Chorus: Kyle Don't Give A Fuck]
Yeah, fuck nigga don't want issues (No issues)
Yeah, fuck nigga don't want issues (No issues)
Yeah, fuck nigga don't want issues (No issues)
Yeah, fuck nigga don't want issues (No issues)
Yeah; Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Kyle Don't Give A Fuck & FlyGang Mazzi]
Stripper bitches litty, slappin' twenties on their ass (Huh)
That money we be gettin', ain't no spendin' on their ass (Facts)
The hatin' niggas shitty, we be shittin' on their ass (FlyGang)
Yeah, we just out here lit, it get no realer than that cash (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck nigga don't want issues
[Verse 2: FlyGang Mazzi]
Issues, issues (Wassup?)
Who got 'em? Who with 'em? (Wassup?)
I'm with it, yeah, all that
You hatin' [?], please fall back
Okay, though
Bitches fall for me like Jenga (They do)
Got the game in a chokehold
Guess you can say a nigga [?]
And all these damn blue chips on me, can't have one just like Pringles (Swag)
Got hella type of different girls, different colors of 'em like rainbows
[?] only goin' green when I'm out of state [?] Mist like Faygo (Yrrm)
Kiss my baby, tell her that we going, going [?] up (Mwah)
And let's go up, up
How far you gon' go until I can not get enough stuff? (Ayy)
Don't come around with negative energy tryna act tough, son
'Cause my niggas been ready and I been on the prowl
Ready for whatever just to get down
[Chorus: Kyle Don't Give A Fuck]
Yeah, fuck nigga don't want issues (No issues)
Yeah, fuck nigga don't want issues (No issues)
Yeah, fuck nigga don't want issues (No issues)
Yeah, fuck nigga don't want issues (No issues)
Yeah; Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Post-Chorus (False Start): Kyle Don't Give A Fuck]
Stripper bitches litty, slappin' twenties on their ass (Their ass)
That money we be gettin', ain't no spendin' on their ass (Nah)
But hatin' niggas shitty, we be shittin' on their ass (Fuck 'em)
Yeah, we just out here lit, it get no realer than that cash
Fuck nigga don't want issues
[Interlude]
(This Chicago, nigga)
[Post-Chorus: Kyle Don't Give A Fuck]
Stripper bitches litty, slappin' twenties on their ass (Their ass)
That money we be gettin', ain't no spendin' on their ass (Nah)
But hatin' niggas shitty, we be shittin' on their ass (Fuck 'em)
Yeah, we just out here lit, it get no realer than that cash
Fuck nigga don't want issues
[Verse 3: Wooski]
Bitch, I get a lot of gwopo
It feel like I just hit the lotto
And my bitch look like a model
I'm smokin' dope and drinkin' Rémy out the bottle
We got thirties and them autos
Headshot, I knocked the meat up out his taco
Hit the E-way, time to see how fast this car go
Trap Money Cartel, bitch, you can call me El Chapo
[Interlude]
(This Chicago, nigga)
[Chorus: Kyle Don't Give A Fuck]
Yeah, fuck nigga don't want issues (No issues)
Yeah, fuck nigga don't want issues (No issues)
Yeah, fuck nigga don't want issues (No issues)
Yeah, fuck nigga don't want issues (No issues)
Yeah; Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Kyle Don't Give A Fuck]
Stripper bitches litty, slappin' twenties on their ass (Their ass)
That money we be gettin', ain't no spendin' on their ass (Nah)
The hatin' niggas shitty, we be shittin' on their ass (Fuck 'em)
Yeah, we just out here lit, it get no realer than that cash
Fuck nigga don't want issues
