2 F*cks

Hustle Gang

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Roll up, pull it up, pull it up Even if I run out of money

Bet I won't run out of luck My n***a, I grew up in the hood for real

I had dreams about a house on the hills There's a couple things that we'd run from

And that is police and bills So far f***ing down, gonna see a couple mil

I do it for the p***y and the money and the thrill

My n***a, it's f*** you and your opinion too If your name is not on my will

I'll gift you f***s, nope

If I'm in the building, you know I'm screwed up

Even in the Thucy Mountain, we have two trucks

So many b****es, I'ma need two trucks

I'ma need a few trucks

Lame -ass n***a just from a cool -off

Lying a**holes tryna spread rumors

Men gon' lie, a woman gon' lie

So when you think about it, who can you trust?

Nobody, nobody, nobody

Everybody worry about the old body

I got two blunts rolled up in each of these

I turn your party to a drug party

All about my green like a neo -soul artist

I be coming off the top like a toboggan

I said I don't give a f***

Can't deal with it? That's your problem, hoe

I'll gift you f***s, nope

I'll gift you f***s, aye

Aye, aye

I'll gift you f***s, nope

I'll gift you f***s ,Huh?

Hey.... I'll gift you f***s, nope

Yeah, I'll gift you f***s, nope

I'll gift you f***s, nope

**Bullshits the lyrics**

All gold chain, they weigh by 10 pounds Tryna find a slip to flip for 10 rounds

I tell her go long, get ready for 10 downs Bitch in my name, it rang in all towns

King of the turf, my throne is all browns Hustle gang bitch, my hustle is out of order

When I'm done with that, I get back to somebody's daughter

I don't fuck with niggas, my temper done got shorter I wear a studded ass, I'm playin' like a recorder

I, I, I don't give two fucks, no I, I, I don't give two fucks, no

Beans out the car lot, no talk, mmkay Shift the geek door, eat a brock, mmkay

These ain't gave me the crock, mmkay These ain't diamond, these rock, mmkay

Cut loose, button loose, we the cam 4G's up under the lam

I don't tell a bitch I don't give two fucks Matter of fact, bitch, I don't give a damn

On the shit with a rifle, bow, lose me like LiPo I text that bitch, she can suck my dick, shhh, typo

I mean, she can suck my dick, my truck so sick I'm about to call Rainer, tell the nigga truck my dick

Holdin' a well met like LoJack, get it, yo cap, I blow back

I don't give two fucks, but they already know that

I'm cool like Winifred, in London with Chip B

I was so fresh in the Buddha Club Thursday, them hoes tried to tip me

I don't give two fucks, no I don't give two fucks, no

If I had two dicks, I wouldn't give two fucks

Last week in Magic City, spittin' guys we trust

Two freaks on my chain, who the hell can tell?

Since the world met me, now the whole globe blessed up

Oh, you wanna fuck me? Need at least two butts

Yeah, you wanna smoke me? You need at least ten blunts

I ain't touchin' that cup, unless a motherfucker screwed up

And I'm young and I'm gettin' up, and I never gave two fucks

I don't give two fucks, no I don't give two fucks, no