[Chorus: Clip & Keeta]

I don't give a fuck now you say you can keep her

Money in her face she a real bread eater

Chilling with my gang call that boy Yung Keeta

Sippin' fake lean pour that shit in a [?]

Yeah bitch I had [?]

I had to do it again

Like lil' boy we're not friends

You ain't want all that

He think that he gang but he not

Talking on the gang I call up Clip he get you dropped

[Chorus: Clip]

I don't give a fuck now you say you can keep her

Money in her face she a real bread eater

Chilling with my gang call that boy Yung Keeta

Sippin' fake lean pour that shit in a [?]

Yeah bitch I had [?]

I had to do it again

Like lil' boy we're not friends

You ain't want all that

Yeah you can nеver go back

I don't know you mad for what

[?] I don't give a fuck

[Verse 1: Keeta]

In this hoe with Clip wе dumpin' clips

I took your girlfriend took your bitch

I'm with your thot and she gon' dip

What I told her while she dancin' on my tip

Give a few bands said that's a tip

Cash so mental I feel like a devil in this hoe

Hoe that's heavy metal I ain't even met none of these hoes

Bitch, I want to

I just walked through smell like gas pack when I walk through

I been winning every day lil' boy not you

How'd I get through TSA I brought my Glock through

Put the mouth up on my money 'cause thats who I talk too

Yeah they pay to see me nobody wanna watch you

[Verse 2: Scart]

[?] I don't fuck with you

I might put him under six feet bitch with my tool

Choppa on me got a [?] I can always see right thru

They love the way that I [?] flows

[?]

[Outro: Clip]

Ten bands on me

Ten bands on me

They don't really fuck with me

I said I can do anything

I can [?]

Yeah bitch I had [?]

I had to do it again

Like lil' boy we're not friends

You ain't want all that

Yeah you can never go back

I don't know you mad for what

[?] I don't give a fuck