I Don’t Care… Lyrics – LUCKI, Lil Yachty

Read the full I Don’t Care… lyrics by LUCKI and Lil Yachty along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lucki’s music, you can also explore Not So Virgo of You and Tough On A Bitch, two other songs by Lucki.

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Uh, hey (Grow up, n!gga)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
You don’t love me like you say you did
The n!ggas who scream “He dont lack,” just got caught without it
If it’s my time to go, make sure I die with some class
These n!ggas love these hoes, sticking trackers up they ass
I see a b!tch I had hanging ’round the stu’, I laugh
You catch a ho with us, she bound to probably go out bad
You probably hit these hoes, I know these hoes make n!ggas mad
I can’t go out my way, s*it, find another, I can’t bite the bait

14.5 for a crave, real Quagen, Sizzle gon’ do the face
I ain’t beefing with no rapper, I got s*it to do
If you see me in the seven, go on, do what you gon’ do
I keep fu*king in this b!tch like I ain’t fu*ked a ho in years
My closet big as hell, I got so rich, s*it bring me tears
I look at all my peers, like if I got it, then you got it
I looked at both my parents, like I’m grateful that y’all fu*ked
My daughter said to me “Daddy, I hate when you ain’t up”
I sip all through the day, late night, the demons keep me up
A b!tch ain’t worth a dollar, I drop racks (??) dump her
He turn his back on me, by next Friday he Chris Tucker
Solid n!gga, got more stripes than (??) guy
Shoot at my ex mother, if she going, I’ma fu*k across
Ain’t no going back, stuck forever
I don’t need you, act just like I got amnesia
I never knew you, never seen you
Black shades, black limousine, uh
Black gun, black magazine, uh
Having fun with it, I’m a king, uh
Die hard fein for that lean, uh
Uh, uh, I don’t wanna be no b!tch daddy
I don’t wanna make no b!tch lil’ brother happy
I don’t sell dreams, I ain’t into working magic
Don’t quit being weird, b!tch, you look like Keith Matches
If you switch and you die, be happy

She don’t wanna order like I told her, I’m not the pappy
Them hoes online don’t like me, I don’t wanna fu*k ’em anyway
I’m rich as hell, you think I care about your situation?

[Bridge: Lil Yachty]
I don’t
Bless

[Verse 2: LUCKI]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I got money, I got b!tches that’ll kill for me
I got high and said, “I miss her”, she said “N!gga, please”
Rapper, opper, I ain’t gonna diss ’em, he could D-I-E
He gon’ sellout all the concerts with B-I-G (Uh-huh)
G23, a plastic pistol, blue T.I.P
N!gga, leave with one of these, shots at the king
Can’t be fu*ked with an (??), b!tch got home team
That’s my sneaky s*it, she love me for the wrong thing
That’s my sneaky s*it, I never heard her phone ring
I got demons, I got strippers, slammed both of these
You can take it however you want, b!tch, what it’s supposed to mean
4G autos on the track designer whole thing
N!ggas think they got plot armor, but the show keep going
I got knives all in my back, only feel it if you sober
I got paid to blow for days, n!ggas in the way
Ayy, ayy, I got paid to blow for days, n!ggas in the way
Ayy, ayy and I poured up by the ocean
These n!ggas say I’m boasting
I did it by myself, a n!gga wish he could’ve wrote it
Lot of Cash Tune, this s*it way bigger than motion
Sent that ho a broom, she a witch and she know it
I bought another space ship, still drive it like it’s stolen
I’m balancing relationships, my b!tch okay with the program
Lotta Cash Tune, this s*it way bigger than motion
Living what I read on a paper that I wrote in like

[Outro: LUCKI]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy