laurent - NOBODY CARES! Lyrics

Nigga don't be acting
All Hollywood and shit
Just cuz you put them lil
Billboards up
I seen them lil billboards
It don't change nothing
You still the same nigga
Like you still the same nigga
That I been knew
Still a lame
Still a clown
Just f*cking Kevin like
No
Relax

Yea
Aye
Yea
Yea
Aye
Yea

F*ck with me one time
Look

Opp pack in the air
You could add it in
Brought the shit to New York
And they jackin it
Kai Cenat in the blunt
And they packin it
I don't smoke
But the blick the passenger
Hellstar on my bitch
She a character
Woulda took her
Your bitch wasn't bad enough
Godspeed if yo pockets
Ain't fat enough
Ain't no ceilings
We f*cking the attic up
Yea
They forgot who I was
I been f*cking shit up
Since the PJ hit tarmac in Vegas
Ran through these bitches
Like finish line ribbons
I swear ain't nobody worth saving
They love me in London
They love me in Paris
I land and they kissing the pavement
My face on these billboards
All over the city
I rap like I'm still in the basement
Bossman
In that Bentley like D-Low
Escobar
Bitch the flow worth a kilo
In the kitchen
I'm cooking like Edo's
Jimmy Butler
I'm still with the heat tho
In the UK
Just landed at Heathrow
South Hampton with LG in beast mode
Got a leng ting giving me deep throat
Yea

If it's war bitch im Murda Bravado
What that mean
It's already decided
I just do what I do
That's the motto
RPT bitch I'm straight out the projects
Flew the PJ with barely a dollar
Aria had a meet with Gianni
Denim Tears on my legs out in Paris
Eurostepping they know where to find me
Yea

Gotta baddie
My bitch unapproachable
Type you slide in her DM
She ghosting you
Elevated I did what I'm posed to
You the type
Take a trip with a bitch to ah island
You tricking, she won't even post you
I'm the type
Take a trip with bitch
To a continent
She on one knee
Let me coach you
Type shit

I don't know if it's
Damn
I don't know if it's real
Or it's fake love
Type to break up
We f*ck and don't make up
BBL cargos, my pockets is caked up
Off the hen I get bent
Like I'm Kyle Rich
Niggas beef over pussy
That's foul shit
I'm outside
These boys ain't out the house yet
Standing on business
And standing on couches
Yuh

Yea
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Yuh

Let it breathe
Yuh
Yuh

Yea

In LA I was stacking the munyun
Me and a pretty hoe jogging through Runyon
Off the Julio, I'm feeling love drunk
Texting my ex, tryna see if we done done
Im in Italy
Riding on mopeds
On a yacht, just me and Ms Lopez
She wanna listen to Jungle
But I'm from the jungle
I turn up my own shit
She said what a young nigga from the X
Know about a Eurostep
I done spun a few times
I could prolly show you bitches how to pirouette
Name ringing out in France
They ain't see the face
But they know the silhouette
I don't mind you looking up to me
Cuz I know you niggas got no heroes left

Brand new Porsche out
Weave through traffic
Octane 91
Man's can't gas it
Dashboard 116
Can't catch it
Bad lil bitch
Let's just get married

Niggas on couches
Crashing
Niggas ain't hot
They gassin
Niggas ain't paid
They flashing
Niggas ain't real
They cappin
3D printed
Plastic

Yea

To reiterate I need a bad one
Girl I need me a savage
One in love with French tips
In love with fashion
Fly you out an island
Girl I need passion
Ohhhh
And you know