Ion give a f*ck about a bitch
Squad on go
Can't trust no hoe
Only ride if the bitch gon' get me cents
No, these hoes don't make no sense
F*ck what they say I roll thru shade
Like the car I drive got limo tints
Im' on the way the Aco
Blastin out Zay
Don't give a f*ck what they say
Because I got my city on craze
Back in the day
They used to clown but whatever
Cuz I been thru stormier weather
Been sick as a bitch
But now Young Quarter so healthy
The real ones around me gon' stick
Right by my hip
Might as well shout out to Chelly
Runnin' up the stats like a race
F*ck out my face
If you want you problems I got it
You bring your bitch 'round and I take her
I'll see you later
She tryna get a preview to the tape
And possibly get her a taste
I'm tryna f*ck on her face
Now I got her friend adjacent
Moving your body round to the vibrations
Swinging you 'round, get a light temptation
I'm boutta face it
Roll me up one and I'll face it
Stars in the room, I get you to the spaceship
Ain't this a coupe, how the f*ck it feel spacious?
Look in my eyes, get you talking my language
If you don't like it then change it
You hate that I'm blowin' up baby
Cuz women outchere are fugazi
Wonder what made me
Ditch all the shit 'bout behaving
I can't put my trust in a lady
I cannot f*ck with you baby
What are you here for
Young quarter or cuz I could get you Dior
In a year and some change?
The struggles don't get to my brain
I promise I won't go insane
And if I said that I'm blowing up soon, baby, would you think that I'm insane?
It's too bad cuz Ion give a f*ck about shit
Stand ten toes for the bros
Screamin' f*ck to the foes
How long 'fore I go get rich?
And iff you want to f*ck
Then f*ck with the kid
Once I get big
Ion take no shit
Better get with the boy 'fore I pop my wrist
Ion give a f*ck about a bitch
Squad on go
Can't trust no hoe
Only ride if the bitch gon' get me cents
No, these hoes don't make no sense
F*ck what they say I roll thru shade like the car I drive got limo tints
Blunt filled with dank
That bitch wanna f*ck me
She said it
But I tell lil hoe that I can't
I am exclusive baby
She hate that my time go to music
Baby don't lose it
Know that I'm hustling for me and you
This soon is gon help me up outta the losing
Shout to my brudda big quarter the movement
I swear to god that boy was like my tutor
Quarter by the hookah
Bitches blowin' my bazooka
Asked if I'm f*ckin by the night
She said I'd probably get it sooner
Heard somebody f*cked my hoes
But I know he probably boosting cuz
Mine don't get caught up with losers
Smokin' the shit like the Rastas
She tryna f*ck me and pass to the partners
I tell her I'ma need her to bring options
Or I'ma kick the bitch out like it was sparta
I don't got time to be worried 'bout shit
Shoot and cash out like Steph Curry and shit
Asked why I always try hurrying shit
Because baby I gotta be 30 and rich
And if you dont f*ck with this
Look in mirror have fun with it
Cuz what you gon' see is a hater to me
Why you leave I pull up to functions
Ion give a f*ck about a bitch
Squad on go
Can't trust no hoe
Only ride if the bitch gon' get me cents
No, these hoes don't make no sense
F*ck what they say I roll thru shade like the car I drive got limo tints
Zay Quarter - Idgaf Lyrics
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English
Ion give a f*ck about a bitch
Squad on go
Can't trust no hoe
Only ride if the bitch gon' get me cents
No, these hoes don't make no sense
F*ck what they say I roll thru shade
Like the car I drive got limo tints
Im' on the way the Aco
Blastin out Zay
Don't give a f*ck what they say
Because I got my city on craze
Back in the day
They used to clown but whatever
Cuz I been thru stormier weather
Been sick as a bitch
But now Young Quarter so healthy
The real ones around me gon' stick
Right by my hip
Might as well shout out to Chelly
Runnin' up the stats like a race
F*ck out my face
If you want you problems I got it
You bring your bitch 'round and I take her
I'll see you later
She tryna get a preview to the tape
And possibly get her a taste
I'm tryna f*ck on her face
Now I got her friend adjacent
Moving your body round to the vibrations
Swinging you 'round, get a light temptation
I'm boutta face it
Roll me up one and I'll face it
Stars in the room, I get you to the spaceship
Ain't this a coupe, how the f*ck it feel spacious?
Look in my eyes, get you talking my language
If you don't like it then change it
You hate that I'm blowin' up baby
Cuz women outchere are fugazi
Wonder what made me
Ditch all the shit 'bout behaving
I can't put my trust in a lady
I cannot f*ck with you baby
What are you here for
Young quarter or cuz I could get you Dior
In a year and some change?
The struggles don't get to my brain
I promise I won't go insane
And if I said that I'm blowing up soon, baby, would you think that I'm insane?
It's too bad cuz Ion give a f*ck about shit
Stand ten toes for the bros
Screamin' f*ck to the foes
How long 'fore I go get rich?
And iff you want to f*ck
Then f*ck with the kid
Once I get big
Ion take no shit
Better get with the boy 'fore I pop my wrist
Ion give a f*ck about a bitch
Squad on go
Can't trust no hoe
Only ride if the bitch gon' get me cents
No, these hoes don't make no sense
F*ck what they say I roll thru shade like the car I drive got limo tints
Blunt filled with dank
That bitch wanna f*ck me
She said it
But I tell lil hoe that I can't
I am exclusive baby
She hate that my time go to music
Baby don't lose it
Know that I'm hustling for me and you
This soon is gon help me up outta the losing
Shout to my brudda big quarter the movement
I swear to god that boy was like my tutor
Quarter by the hookah
Bitches blowin' my bazooka
Asked if I'm f*ckin by the night
She said I'd probably get it sooner
Heard somebody f*cked my hoes
But I know he probably boosting cuz
Mine don't get caught up with losers
Smokin' the shit like the Rastas
She tryna f*ck me and pass to the partners
I tell her I'ma need her to bring options
Or I'ma kick the bitch out like it was sparta
I don't got time to be worried 'bout shit
Shoot and cash out like Steph Curry and shit
Asked why I always try hurrying shit
Because baby I gotta be 30 and rich
And if you dont f*ck with this
Look in mirror have fun with it
Cuz what you gon' see is a hater to me
Why you leave I pull up to functions
Ion give a f*ck about a bitch
Squad on go
Can't trust no hoe
Only ride if the bitch gon' get me cents
No, these hoes don't make no sense
F*ck what they say I roll thru shade like the car I drive got limo tints
Squad on go
Can't trust no hoe
Only ride if the bitch gon' get me cents
No, these hoes don't make no sense
F*ck what they say I roll thru shade
Like the car I drive got limo tints
Im' on the way the Aco
Blastin out Zay
Don't give a f*ck what they say
Because I got my city on craze
Back in the day
They used to clown but whatever
Cuz I been thru stormier weather
Been sick as a bitch
But now Young Quarter so healthy
The real ones around me gon' stick
Right by my hip
Might as well shout out to Chelly
Runnin' up the stats like a race
F*ck out my face
If you want you problems I got it
You bring your bitch 'round and I take her
I'll see you later
She tryna get a preview to the tape
And possibly get her a taste
I'm tryna f*ck on her face
Now I got her friend adjacent
Moving your body round to the vibrations
Swinging you 'round, get a light temptation
I'm boutta face it
Roll me up one and I'll face it
Stars in the room, I get you to the spaceship
Ain't this a coupe, how the f*ck it feel spacious?
Look in my eyes, get you talking my language
If you don't like it then change it
You hate that I'm blowin' up baby
Cuz women outchere are fugazi
Wonder what made me
Ditch all the shit 'bout behaving
I can't put my trust in a lady
I cannot f*ck with you baby
What are you here for
Young quarter or cuz I could get you Dior
In a year and some change?
The struggles don't get to my brain
I promise I won't go insane
And if I said that I'm blowing up soon, baby, would you think that I'm insane?
It's too bad cuz Ion give a f*ck about shit
Stand ten toes for the bros
Screamin' f*ck to the foes
How long 'fore I go get rich?
And iff you want to f*ck
Then f*ck with the kid
Once I get big
Ion take no shit
Better get with the boy 'fore I pop my wrist
Ion give a f*ck about a bitch
Squad on go
Can't trust no hoe
Only ride if the bitch gon' get me cents
No, these hoes don't make no sense
F*ck what they say I roll thru shade like the car I drive got limo tints
Blunt filled with dank
That bitch wanna f*ck me
She said it
But I tell lil hoe that I can't
I am exclusive baby
She hate that my time go to music
Baby don't lose it
Know that I'm hustling for me and you
This soon is gon help me up outta the losing
Shout to my brudda big quarter the movement
I swear to god that boy was like my tutor
Quarter by the hookah
Bitches blowin' my bazooka
Asked if I'm f*ckin by the night
She said I'd probably get it sooner
Heard somebody f*cked my hoes
But I know he probably boosting cuz
Mine don't get caught up with losers
Smokin' the shit like the Rastas
She tryna f*ck me and pass to the partners
I tell her I'ma need her to bring options
Or I'ma kick the bitch out like it was sparta
I don't got time to be worried 'bout shit
Shoot and cash out like Steph Curry and shit
Asked why I always try hurrying shit
Because baby I gotta be 30 and rich
And if you dont f*ck with this
Look in mirror have fun with it
Cuz what you gon' see is a hater to me
Why you leave I pull up to functions
Ion give a f*ck about a bitch
Squad on go
Can't trust no hoe
Only ride if the bitch gon' get me cents
No, these hoes don't make no sense
F*ck what they say I roll thru shade like the car I drive got limo tints
Writer: Zavier D
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