Boosie BadAzz - I Don't Give a f** lyrics

[Intro] It's up, n***a [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, you know me by name You know me by name, you know me by gang gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang You know me by name (It's up, n***a) You know me by gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang [Chorus] You know I don't give a f** f** that n***a, put him up We don't give a f** Drag that ho and let her know [Verse 1] f** that n***a, put him up, we bring that pressure pressure Four times to his face, teach that b**h a lesson Four times for that Southside, don't let us catch you outside Club fights, dumb way, outside, gunplay I walk and talk that dirty track at 2 AM flizzat Fishing pole up on my back, this my new book sack Tear your swans in with that gat, I get so reckless Heard what happened to that boy, we some known steppers f** that n***a and his partner, he's a known rat You roll with him so you a ho 'cause you condone that Let's talk some facts, man, these n***as ain't playin' it real no more These n***as can't find you, they'll k** your ho Stabbed my heart, cut my throat when they k**ed lil' bro Now it's poppin' like popcorn, sh**'s poppin' like popcorn (It's up, popcorn) We so yard, stop playin' 'cause we lay sh** This that Southside d**h row Planet of the Apes sh** [Chorus] You know I don't give a f** f** that n***a, put him up We don't give a f** Drag that ho and let her know You know I don't give a f** f** that n***a, put him up We don't give a f** Drag that ho and let her know [Verse 2] b**h, what? I'll bust your a** up (b**h, what?) I'ma take it, young n***a, and I'm ready to mask up Telly Hankton on the street, I'm a don dada Bronxston say I'm ignorant, went got a gold chopper I'm from that Rouge, win or lose, we don't fold, partner Owe me money, better pay me what you owe, partner I don't do no Twitter fingers, I do trigger fingers I'm a murder charge, n***a, you a misdemeanor The DA said I sent my murder victims to the cleaners Guess he said that 'bout them n***as 'cause they was dirty dirty Say your prayers, grab your best, get your thirty, thirty This ain't the East or the West, this the dirty dirty Dirty dirty South, n***a ridin' by your house n***as tryna get your bag, hope you down to take a loss Dawg, I hope you got your mask, 'cause these p**y n***as talk I'll fight a charge again, I'm the motherf**in' boss Lil' n***a, knock him off [Chorus] You know I don't give a f** f** that n***a, put him up We don't give a f** Drag that ho and let her know You know I don't give a f** f** that n***a, put him up We don't give a f** Drag that ho and let her know [Outro] Whoop that b**h and drag that ho to the wall Whoop that b**h and drag that ho to the wall You gotta whoop that b**h That n***a talkin', punch that b**h in his mouth That n***a talkin', punch that b**h in his mouth