Fuck What Dey Think

[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Might fall asleep on the drank
I like to pour up the pink
We got them racks in the bank
I want it now, I can't wait
Who gives a fuck what they think?
Nigga, it's fuck what you think
Nigga, it's fuck what you think

[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
Imma keep sippin this drank
Imma keep sippin this drank
Don't give a fuck what they think
Put all my jewelry in the bank
Keep poppin Perks till I faint
We just them niggas they ain't
We just them niggas they ain't
Light up the cookie, it stank
Won't take a hoe on a date
I smell like a pound of the dank
Don't give a fuck what they think
Sippin that drank on a plane
Young Guapo, I don't fuck with lames
I'm makin the shit that I clame
These bitches throw salt on your name
These niggas be lookin for fame
Spin like a brick on a chain
I rock a fella like Dame
Put some respect on my name
We got the key to the streets
In Atlanta, never gon change
Bad bitch give me brain
I'm really livin what I'm sayin
I ain't goin out sad, I ain't goin out mad
Imma go get me a bag
Imma keep makin them mad
YFN, he on some real shit
YFN, he on some trill shit
Sippin mud on some trill shit
Guapo!

[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Might fall asleep on the drank
I like to pour up the pink
We got them racks in the bank
I want it now, I can't wait
Who gives a fuck what they think?
Nigga, it's fuck what you think
Nigga, it's fuck what you think

[Verse 2: YFN Kay]
I might pull up in that bad bad
Pull up with 220, it's on the dash
Pull up on you with that Drako
Then I leave you dead like I'm Tooly Dan
Kickin shit, nigga, straight karotti
Packs and packs in my safe deposit
Fuck a pussy, cause I know they watchin
Then I spead off in my Mozarati
Watch me shock 'm like a stingray
You be actin like a screenplay
These niggas talk under they breath, till you air 'm out on the freeway
Put some packs on the freeway
Your hoe fuck for some cheese cake
20 in my pocket, 40 on my neck, that is what I call a cheap J
Guap a killer, a fly nigga
All my bitches get high with him
All the pussys, they can die with you
And I leave them out, like a steal picture
Bottles on top of bottles when I'm in your town
Model after model, that's what I'm takin down

[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Might fall asleep on the drank
I like to pour up the pink
We got them racks in the bank
I want it now, I can't wait
Who gives a fuck what they think?
Nigga, it's fuck what you think
Nigga, it's fuck what you think