"Who Cares" lyrics

"Who Cares"

Ayy (Ayy, GMoney)

Ayy, I was smokin' Pooh Bear, but who care? (Ayy, but who care?)
Backdoor kicker, kick your backdoor like who's there? (Ayy, but who's here?)
Ayy, I don't even cook no more, got two shelves (I got two shelves)
Ayy, I was countin' racks this morning, nigga, you was there (Ayy, you was there)
Try 4, that's like truth or dare (Truth or dare)
Kick your door in, bring you back a souvenir (Back a souvenir)
To get where I'm at, been fightin' tooth and nail (Ayy, been fightin')
GMoney don't smoke, I think he like the smell
Ayy, I don't got no pints for sale (I don't got it)
Backdoor kicker, shawty, that's what you gon' call me (That's what you gon' call me)
Beefin' 'bout a bitch, you's a bitch, don't involve me (Bitch, don't involve me)
Trigger finger itch, got a switch, they gon' charge me (Ayy)
Threw it in a ditch, flipped a brick, never saw me (Never saw me)
Uh, love it when your bitch call me Big 4 (Big 4)
Kel-Tec unfold, make 'em dance like a disco (Dance like a disco)
Can't tell a ho what I be doin', tell a bitch no (Tell a bitch no)
Ever since a kid, I been known as the distro (As the distro)
Diamonds on my wrist, ho (Wrist)
All this shit just came from kickdoors, ayy (Ayy, from backdoors)
On five of that blood with my big bro (With my 40)
Uh, I'm gon' slide with my skud if you didn't know (You didn't know)
Uh, got this Porsche out the mud, it's a fishbowl (Skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, what's your name? You can call me C4 (Uh)
She told me she love me, I gave her a G to go
This shit can get ugly, that's why I need my fee to-go (Need my fee to-go)
Probably do five racks a show, catch me while my fee is low (While my fee is low)
He was in the bushes with a K and he laid there (Uh, a K)
Slithered like a snake, ain't no cage, he ain't safe here (It ain't safe)
He can't be around gettin' no cake, we get gray hair
Bitch gon' fuck around for a first date, ain't no date here
Tell my son that papa was a rolling stone (A rolling stone)
And wherever he lay his K, that's where he call his home (Grraow, grraow)
We get the drop on niggas early, we ten steps ahead (We ten steps ahead)
Murder One suspects, don't run in here, I ain't in my bed (I ain't sleepin', nigga)
Two hundred in my bed (In my bed)
Headshot, he got dreads (Dreads)
Saw the folks, then we fled
Give my folks all my bread (My bread)
Two Virgils how you ought to play it (Ought to play it)
Whatever you thought of, 'fore I leave this bitch, you better say it (Better say it)
Finna go to my other bitch 'cause she give me some better head (She give me that better head)
Thirty pounds just came in from the plug, but I still better weigh it (I still better weigh it)
All of this designer I just got, told Folks I gotta wear it (Told Big Folks)
First you let your bitch count all your money, now you got her head (Now you got it)
Then I backdoor all the biggest plugs, that's how I got ahead (That's how I got ahead)

Nigga, that's how I got ahead
That's how Big 4 got ahead
Backdoor all the biggest plugs, that's what I said
For sure
Ayy, I was smokin' Pooh Bear, but who care?
Backdoor kicker, kick your backdoor like-
Ayy


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