"IDC" lyrics

Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yeah

Pull up in the truck; I'm late, yeah
Thinkin' 'bout all the bands I'm yet to make, and
I was lookin' for you in the crowd, dipped out
I'ma put this shit on play with or without you
Without you, without you
Do I give a shit about you?
Fuckin' little bitch, I'ma devour you
Castin' spells like I never had no values

Oh, oh, oh, fuck you
Does it look like I care about you?
Fuck your mum, little sister, and your dad, too
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

At the back of the show, I'm waitin'
Scrollin' through my phone in vain, when
I get a text sayin', "Y'all want in for free?"
These little bitches don't know anything about me
About me? That's funny
I remember when they called me ugly
Now I'm sittin' front row at the runway
Wilhelmina models steady tryna fuck me

Oh, oh, oh, fuck you
Does it look like I care about you?
Fuck your mum, little sister, and your dad, too
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

You geekin', I don't wanna see you
Playin' big shows, sellin' out venues
Like a rockstar, pull up in the black car
While you're blacked out back at your mum's house
I tried to give myself reason
But I think our trust lost meaning
Guess they noticed that I'm freezin'
All on your knees and pleadin'

Oh, oh, oh, fuck you
Does it look like I care about you?
Fuck your mum, little sister, and your dad, too
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

You lost out; I don't wanna listen
Kept my eyes straight, and my vision
Can miss me with your inhibitions
Focused on me, I'ma detox that shit
Where were you when I fell?
Now I'm up, everybody callin' my cell
Decline, I'm doin' what I wanna do
I'ma bool hard in an apartment with a fuckin' view
Bool hard in an apartment with a fuckin' view