Testo Don't give a fuck Slim Thug

Don't give a fuck

(Verse)
I got a Rari and a Rover but my name ain’t Sousa
These bitches look thugger, FN in the holster
Cuz fakers be hatin, fuck being patient
I got them thangs on that high way, paper chasin
You either broke or tryna get rich
Work a 9 to 5, I work up to a brick
Money bring bitches and bitches bring drama
Tryna figure out what I’mma cup this summer
I think I fucked yo girlfriend but I don’t remember
Rollie on my arm and it’s colder than December
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
I’m in that drop Rrari, with the ceiling up

(Hook)
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
I’m in that drop Rrari, with the ceiling off
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
I’m rollin over haters in that Rover truck

(Verse)
I be trillin down, gorilla pokers pocking out
I be on my grind, something you should never doubt
Getting to that money so my paper thickin hella style
Pull up to that parking lot and I’m the one they talkin bout
I know wutchu talkin bout, all you do is run yo mouth
Money talk for me, nah homey I don’t never shop
I be on my paper route, it’s something you know nothing bout
15000 dollar couch, you sleepin on yo mama couch
34 inch cubic links, so heavy that it make slouch
Keep my wrist flooded homey, I ain’t worried bout a drop
Paper to the ceiling, man I swear it’s just too much to count
But long as I can count up on my blesses I’m gon keep it countin

(Hook)
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
I’m in that drop Rrari, with the ceiling off
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
I’m rollin over haters in that Rover truck

(Verse)
Bitch you in a coma if you ain’t feelin us
A mill+ but it still ain’t enough
I ain’t good at giving trust
Cuz these bitches and these niggas get yo head bust
Yea these hoes and these niggas get you locked up
Thug life, still can’t stop us
Fuck around, go broke, tryna top us
In a Phantom with a trunk full of choppas
Fuck it, po’ a 4 in the crush
Them boys, they a’ight but they can’t fuck with us
Bring them bottles here, yea that’s us
Section full of broads, hell yea that’s us
We got the whole club turnt up
Spike them bottles with that molly, getting fucked up
Yo, we do this shit every night
Thug boss, I’m that nigga that you bitches like

(Hook)
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
I’m in that drop Rrari, with the ceiling off
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
I’m rollin over haters in that Rover truck