808 Mafia
Aye, Bloody Jay 
Lets hit the club and order a 100 bottles of Rosé 
We aint Ku Klux Klan, but that jet hold 3 Ks 
I spent 100k on my ring so she can skate 
Thugger Thugger!
I dont give no fuck! 
I dont give no fuck! 
I dont give no fuck!
No fuck! No fuck! 
I dont give no fuck!
No fuck! No fuck! 
Ya!
I dont give no motherfuckin fuck 
Mud on my shoes, steppin on a $100,000 fuckin rug 
Bitches just wanna take pictures of these $20,000 slugs 
SMM dont have a leader everyone we be look like the plug 
Woke up and bought a pimpin Bentley 
Learned that from OG Double D 
Nigga we killin witnesses 
R.I.P. OGD 
She know she not winnin 
If she stray away from me
She says shes not with it 
I see straight through her like linen 
Havin babies 
Cookin babies 
Water whippin 
Casting call 
For this porn I need a leading lady 
Serving Js, Alka-Seltzer, Bloody Jay gon tell em
Bloody go & tell them
I dont give no fuck!
I dont either, blatt!
You know, Thug, you my brother 
You know its love, motherfucker 
And death to anybody that oppose blood motherfucker 
So that go for Thug motherfucker 
He blood motherfucker 
Imma wet a nigga block
Until that bitch flood motherfucka 
You know I dont give no fuck 
Like a virgin hoe that wont fuck 
My neck and my wrist froze up 
Like a scary nigga that wont buss 
Anybody get it, nigga, you know we gon buss 
Like a pipe with pressure
Me and blood posted at the spot 
With more Ps 
Than Peter Piper Pick a Pepper 
We crime bosses, no Goodfella 
We bad guys, convicted felons 
Quick to buss a niggas watermelon 
Let the snitches do the talkin and the stick do the yellin 
Put holes all in his cerebellum 
I dont give no fuck!
Thug tell em, blatt!
Aye, Bloody Jay 
Lets hit the club and order a 100 bottles of Rosé 
We aint Ku Klux Klan, but that jet hold 3 Ks 
I spent 100k on my ring so she can skate 
Thugger Thugger!
I dont give no fuck! 
I dont give no fuck! 
I dont give no fuck!
No fuck! No fuck! 
I dont give no fuck!
No fuck! No fuck! 
Hahahaha, ya!
Balled up Thug, and we ballin up Slugg 
Then we catch a show, about 10, uh 
Balmain tape, that my lil strap 
Youngin gon spray up your shit 
Lay me my brick, tell em:
Dont give up, yall going through with them sticks 
Your little daughter was a booty call
While they pull up, they might just hit 
DK back on the bullshit
We at the party like Death Row 
Kick em out, and Im no Dame
Come to quit the bang
No pad, but the youngin throwin 
Cash out and no 
Ive been on go 
All my bitches need green lights 
So I put the Bs on, now Im braxkin, hoe 
Ask about Khrome, Ive been bout that life 
Fore I rear right 
Going hard for my set like Im real, right 
Yall niggas out like Big Ranch
No rap shit, real life
I got real stripes, like tigers
No Adidas , zebra skin 
I dont give a fuck
My dawg hungry
Imma let him eat your kin