Who Cares ?

[Intro]
(Tee Trippin right now)
It's Thirty, come on
It's Thirty, huh
It's Thirty, huh
It's Thirty-two hunnid

[Verse]
Hmm, they like, "Tre, you fake as fuck", I'm like, "Who care?"
You gon' be by yourself behind that wall, it's only you in there
Don't catch a life sentence, I don't even think your boo will care
I write the right scenes, the place I wanna see, I'm movin' there
Hmm, this ain't no four-seater car, it's two in there
You a dickhead, your clip hold twelve, it's only two in there, hmm
You ain't go no 'bows, it's only two in there
You say you fuck with Chase, how I ain't never bump into you there? Hmm
Bitch on my phone can't wait until I pull her hair
This pussy ain't for fuckin', bitch, I got a bag to put in there
Where a state with no niggas? I'ma send my sisters there
Bitches gon' get beat, but we ain't gotta kill no niggas there
If the dope good, the bag gon' sell itself just off the look
I dove in the water, I ain't have to catch it off the hook
You niggas crazy, when I buy chain, it's never gettin' took
A nigga reach, he damn near gon' be prayin' the devil pick him up
I'm the plug now, so I don't think I'm ever gon' be fucked
If rap don't work, I'm gon' be out here somewhere sellin' me some stuff
I feel like Rily, shut up, niggas always tellin' me too much
How they know where the bag at? Somebody tellin' them too much
Hmm, I was rich when I was broke, the pape' can't change me
Hmm, I'll have my way around this bitch, you niggas maintainin'
Hmm, Glock turned his face red, thought he was face paintin'
Hmm, baby just got some work done, she need a waist trainer
Hmm, I can't teach you how to hustle, bitch, I hate trainin'
Hmm, I don't fuck with Cash App, they watchin' bank statements
Hmm, you know I love the smell of money, that's a great fragrance
Hmm, know one else do, I bet what's in that safe save me
Hmm, bitch, don't ask me who I am? I'm one of them
You think the shit I'm talkin' now some shit, wait 'til I touch a M, hmm
I used to write but lately, I been punchin' in
All this weight came from my name, bitch, I ain't have to touch a gym
I walk around with blick out, bitch, I ain't gotta tuck shit in
I hit her once, she fell in love, so I ain't gotta fuck again
I usually rock niggas to sleep, so I don't gotta tuck 'em in
Yeah, he gang but he ain't ganger, we forgot to jump him in

[Outro]
(Tee Trippin right now)