[Verse 1: Busdriver]
I don't really give a single solitary f**
Where you n***as go, where you n***as go
I don't really give a single solitary f**
Where you n***as go, where you n***as go
You motherf**ers got to pay a lot more
Than the bare minimum, bare minimum
You motherf**ers got to pay a lot more
Than the bare minimum, bare minimum
I don't really give a single solitary f**
Where you n***as go, where you n***as go
To London, Los Angeles
Or Ontario, Ontario
I don't really give a single solitary f**
We go hard cause you blow hard
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I don't really give a single solitary f**
What you n***as did, what you n***as did
I don't really give a single solitary f**
Where you n***as live, where you n***as live
And to the b**hes from the top up to the bottom
Got the whole business rigged, whole business rigged
I'd like to take this opportunity to say
What's up to my n***a Ridd, to my n***a Ridd
I don't really give a single solitary f**
Who got more appeal, got more appeal
I'm reenacting all the errands
On the Hellfyre Club chore wheel, chore wheel
I never understood why it always had to be
Such an ordeal to get a warm meal
I can't, I, I can't, I
I can't, I, I can't go hard enough
[Hook]
(Go hard or go home, b**h)
That's what I told myself
(Go hard or go home, b**h)
Beyond the goals of some underground
(Go hard or go home, b**h)
It's a dynastic double down
(Go hard or go home, b**h)
Tell me
[Verse 2: P.O.S]
We'll get it right, perfectly, this time
All caps, don't be f**ing with my lowercase
What, you all that? Don't let me catch you slipping
I'll meet you at your mom's place waiting for the hit back
I'm sure the homies got your number and a sidekick too
I guess I'll find him and find that and find you, right?
Wait, did you mean swag or schwag?
Wait, did you say kush or Koosh ball?
Nevermind, now all y'all need to step like ten paces back
I'ma find a place to purchase and register a strap
Like, a hundred percent legally
Street's beast, looking for beats and tomfoolery
Old man [?] deceased the freaks, usually
Discrete with creeps and skip scenes with j**elry
To sell on black Twitter, tryna get a little guap in the pocket
Rig it up proper, yeah, stick them up, never been an option
So often I've been tossed in with the lost and softer, hey
Occam's razor, awkward on them
Knock-knocking on Arkham's gate
Not knocking what's on your plate
Not stopping you, stuff your face
I just won't eat sh** no more, gone, off with you, run, go play
Been a friend of some f**ing meanies
I suppose I've been a meanie myself
And I'm predisposed to ignore whatever scenery
Twist these f**ing chumps on my fork like tetrazzini
[Hook]