Now you know for the ones who wanna get it Take their wig and split it, man I don’t give a f**k And I ain’t calling names, I’m just busting brains And when you see that flame, know that I don’t give a f**k Dickriders kissing ass, I’m laughing puffing grass I hit the dutch and pass, f**k it I’mma live it up Savage Brothers, Snowgoons, Lord Lhus Cause mad ruckus, f**k it we don’t give a f**k So tell your goons and peeps watch how you speak You can get hit in the street, broken and bruised it up For wise and gorillas man who wanna move with us Everyone with a ratchet hold it throwing their toolies up We’re with the unruly bastards and grimy hooligans One shot pop and you numb like some Peruvian I ain’t nothing to play with, like grenades I’m soon to bust Pull the pin out, drop this s**t and blew it up
[Chorus]
We don’t give a f**k, I got no dough Got no new clothes, album not gold, what the f**k? I got control, I got my soul It’s Lord Lhus and Savage Brothers
f**k your label, it’s unstable That’s why you fucking went bankrupt There’s no love shown, we south-east goons So we don’t really give a f**k
[Verse 2]
And that’s the truth of it son, yeah my word is born No excuses when we swarm the booth quick you know it’s on I reach back with the right, swing with the force of trucks You should’ve known about us, yeah we don’t give a f**k Never did and no plan to, it’s best you seek protection from the god that you ran to I ran through to piss you off with the right luck Your whole team can suck on my right nut We really think you suck That opinion don’t change, the brothers hard-headed You been wack since day one homie, now tell em god said it My camp gorillas and illest ever since sippy-cups You roll with chumps, your team is full of punks That’s why you get no respect, we keep it savage Rep the SC with a redneck and burn the cabbage No love for the wrong side, yeah word em up I burn the dust cause Lord Lhus don’t give a f**k
[Chorus]
We don’t give a f**k, I got no dough Got no new clothes, album not gold, what the f**k? I got control, I got my soul It’s Lord Lhus and Savage Brothers
f**k your label, it’s unstable That’s why you fucking went bankrupt There’s no love shown, we south-east goons So we don’t really give a f**k
[Verse 3]
The fire burns and it burns deep You acting like you wrote the words, the verbs that you heard speaking from the box That say f**k cops and the police, white collar sniff the coke leaf with his homies Sign a deal yeah I might man Long as money’s not s**t’s filling their right hands I gotta shift the track, ? with the ? You wrote my image, fucked around and gave em a Sprite can, come on man Nice try to the bad guy but who’s the goon to keep firing like under the ? Musical ? beefing like vampires and werewolves But where was you when I was youngster? We had to share shoes I got a feeling you don’t know You can try and push me out the game but you won’t though I’m in the endzone, both feet and both toes Yeah SC we rush the field and tear down the goalposts, we no joke
[Chorus]
We don’t give a f**k, I got no dough Got no new clothes, album not gold, what the f**k? I got control, I got my soul It’s Lord Lhus and Savage Brothers
f**k your label, it’s unstable That’s why you fucking went bankrupt There’s no love shown, we south-east goons So we don’t really give a f**k