Migos, Young Thug, Travis Scott – Give No Fxk | Lyrics

Lyrics Give No Fxk – Migos, Young Thug, Travis Scott

DJ Durel
Murda on the beat
So it’s not nice

We don’t give no f**k..④
Out in public
And we rush it
Out in public
And we rush it

I got too many diamonds on
I look awesome, ice
Yeah, after I hit that ho
She need a walker
I done shook them problems off
Now I’m bossin’
Yeah, stack the money tall
Back to ballin’

Big boy Rolls, swerve the lane
I be hoggin’
Lit four blunts of cookie
Musty, yeah, it’s foggy
I can park it, stick be sparkin’
Do no talkin’
Watch me hit the target
Mark the carpet, then depart it

We don’t give two f**ks
Choppers hangin’ out the Rolls Royce truck
Go play with your kid, ’cause I up
She broke, so why would I cuff, ayy
We rich, lit, we ’bout to go up to space
Gold toilet, I took me a rich s**t
‘Cause I have racks on my plate

I make you go get the bag
Baby, we livin’ the dream
Gang not comin’ in last
Top ranked in loyalty
It’s a millionaire campaign
That’s what it’s supposed to be
Pray my soul to keep
When I go to sleep

We don’t give no f**k..④
Out in public
And we rush it
Out in public
And we rush it

I got too many diamonds on
I look awesome, ice
Yeah, after I hit that ho’
She need a walker
I done shook them problems off
Now I’m bossin’
Yeah, stack the money tall
Back to ballin’

With it, yeah
Split it, yeah
Drop-top Rolls, yeah
Gutter, machete
No confetti, yeah
B**ch too petty
Big machete
I gotta dead it

We don’t give no f**k
We don’t give no f**k
No, give her a couple bucks
Get her tummy tucked, woah
Harriet Tubman-ed up
Twenty bills in my clothes
I got a bulletproof truck
I got the backwards doors on the Royce
Give no f**ks

We don’t give no f**k..④
Out in public
And we rush it
Out in public
And we rush it

I got too many diamonds on
I look awesome, ice
Yeah, after I hit that ho’
She need a walker
I done shook them problems off
Now I’m bossin’
Yeah, stack the money tall
Back to ballin’

I done been ’round the whole globe
And did a few laps and brought back a whole tide
She done spent time in the hood
And found nothin’ else is better than that side
I done went set up the Jack
And made sure the pack ain’t gotta push packs quite
Stuck at the top of the chain versuri.online
In top of her brain, can’t fall off at one time

All my colleagues say
How we live outrageous
We don’t count the days
We just count the payments
Just let that Juvie play
She start rejuvenating
Alive at night, we take
Everything, we face it, yeah

We don’t give no f**k..④
Out in public
And we rush it
Out in public
And we rush it

I got too many diamonds on
I look awesome, ice
Yeah, after I hit that ho’
She need a walker
I done shook them problems off
Now I’m bossin’
Yeah, stack the money tall
Back to ballin’

DJ Durel
Murda on the beat
So it’s not nice…

➤ Written by Joseph L’Étranger, Jonah Yano, Travis Scott, Murda Beatz, DJ Durel, Young Thug, Offset, Takeoff & Quavo
Album: Culture III
Produced by Murda Beatz & DJ Durel
Migos | Travis Scott | Young Thug | 2020