Kur - I Don't Give A f** lyrics

[Chorus x2: Kur] I could die drinking this codeine, I don't give a f** Get rich with it with my whole team, I don't give a f** I could go to jail selling this sh**, still won't give a f** All the sh** I did, I probably go to hell, I don't give a f** [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] We working we working What I sip on be that purpose Most of these broads they be thirsty Hundreds and fifties Yeah I got hundreds and fifties And your pockets be my numbers Your b**h in the whip, yeah the one with the curtains I'm s**ing that titty, that b**h'll be nursing That we I be sippin, my words they be slowing If [?] in my water, you know I be skrting I'm whipping and whipping, the wrist'll be churning They say it is real, your chain it be turning And fake n***as only think that I'm allergic I write on the dotted line, write up in cursive I'm chalking the outer line when you get murdered You talking 'bout rapping but I got the burner And this be the nine, and you can get burnt up Designer my clothes, side b**h be imported And shout out the plug, can't look cross the water I'm up in been Mexico cause I'm important What the f** you gonna do right with a quarter When I get the clothes, yeah something more hoarder Don't cop at the mall, everything you order Got b**hes in Jersey all way down to Florida She s**ing me off, she tasting her daughter And you want it all, but you can't afford it What I pay for my shoes probably your mortgage And they say I'm rude, my music is hard up And credit when due, worked for my grandmomma And I'm in the field, like Jeremiah Trotter And I'm going hard, like my name is Flocka Bandanna on neck, like I'm [?] Put my n***as on, so we all can prosper Put my n***as on, so we all can prosper [Chorus x2: Kur] I could die drinking this codeine, I don't give a f** Get rich with it with my whole team, I don't give a f** I could go to jail selling this sh**, still won't give a f** All the sh** I did, I probably go to hell, I don't give a f** [Verse 2: Kur] My n***a Dre home They had him locked like Mandela My block hot as the motherland And I still got them grams selling, unh 5-0 can't stop my grind 3 n***as can't stop 4 5s 8 n***as can't stop this 9, uh AK picking through that block, vert Saw these n***as and it's 'bout that time I stand on the corner like I protest Like I'm tryin' to stop that crime The thing is, I ain't got no sign, huh The thing is, I ain't really into black power b**hes wave a n***a there like I'm a cab driver Little b**h talking can I come see her I said no, maybe later, these trap hours I ain't flexing, stand down, f** am I clear And this rap game p**y I'm a pioneer The white whiter than the people with the blue eyes And the people with the blonde hair Any rapper talking like they got f**ing problems I make that p**y fall back like recline chairs Sharp neck, vernith road, we don't fight c'here We'll light your a** up like times square 'Bout business I ain't really into small-talking My n***as ride 'til they crash like Paul Walker Got shooters got shooters like 'Mal Crawford f** a middleman, point me to the boss office It's NGB And it's Daytown We drink codeine Like we in H-Town [Chorus x2: Kur] I could die drinking this codeine, I don't give a f** Get rich with it with my whole team, I don't give a f** I could go to jail selling this sh**, still won't give a f** All the sh** I did, I probably go to hell, I don't give a f**