21 Lil Harold Give No Fcks Lyrics

[Intro: 21 Lil Harold]
(44, you made this?)
It's all good
Y'all can keep tryin' me though, like I'm a bitch
Gon' get the last—, we gon' see who gon' get the last laugh
Gon' be rich around this bitch
(Whew, whew, whew)
Nine times out of ten, I'ma get the guap

[Chorus: 21 Lil Harold]
Yeah, big facts
Bitches speakin' on my name, bitch, give my dick back (Give my dick back)
These bitches fine bein' broke wit' a six-pack (Wow)
But I can get a Coi lookin' bitch (Uh-huh), but I ain't wit' that (Uh-uh)
But you can take a tongue out a trick without a Tic Tac (Uh-huh, yeah)
You want a nigga wit' dough (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You pop up at my shows (Yeah, yeah)
You bleach ya nigga clothes (Yeah, yeah)
You stressin', huh? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You f*ckin' niggas who told (Uh, yeah)
You messy wit' my bro (Bitch)
Yo' friends steal out the store (Bitch, yeah, yeah)
They messy, huh?
[Verse 1: 21 Lil Harold]
All you do is chase dick (Uh-huh, say what?)
All you do is break shit (Say what?)
Stay the the f*ck up out my mix
No relation, no petty shit
Bitch, you known for givin' toppy
Doin' 'em wrong it's just my hobby
What's a ho without nobody
Bitch, your hair-do in my pocket (The f*ck?)
Move your head down, I made that bitch gargle on this dick (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Chuck pants down, I caught that nigga f*ckin' on her friend
Marquise cut sennet diamonds, ho
I f*cked sluts, and then the mutts, I f*ck all kinds of hoes, right (f*ck, 21)
I have video of nigga bitch gettin' hit from the back (Hit from the back)
Stop playin' with a nigga (Stop playin' with a nigga, brr)
I have video your best friend tryna ask for this sack (Ask for this sack)
She beggin' a nigga (She beggin' a nigga, brr)

[Chorus: 21 Lil Harold]
Yeah, big facts
Bitches speakin' on my name, bitch, give my dick back (Give my dick back)
These bitches fine bein' broke wit' a six-pack (Wow) But I can get a Coi lookin' bitch (Uh-huh), but I ain't wit' that (Uh-uh)
But you can take a tongue out a trick without a Tic Tac (Uh-huh, yeah)
You want a nigga wit' dough (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You pop up at my shows (Yeah, yeah)
You bleach ya nigga clothes (Yeah, yeah)
You stressin', huh? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You f*ckin' niggas who told (Uh, yeah)
You messy wit' my bro (Bitch)
Yo' friends steal out the store (Bitch, yeah, yeah)
They messy, huh?
[Verse 2: Nardo Wick]
I'ma break her back before I break her heart
She a animal, I hit the door, she ripped my shirt apart
I paint on her face, back in school, I had a, "A" in art
Pull up well protected, on her dresser, it's my ANR
Ain't got to put no diamonds 'round her neck for her to give me throat
She a ratchet ho, I drive her Altima to handle smoke
She keep it on the low, we f*ckin', but it ain't nobody know
She call me the, "G.O.A.T.," I told her, "Give that title to her throat"
Bitches on my line, a lot of bitches on my line, I'm a fisherman
Every time we f*ck and I record, I'm a cameraman
I pull up, I got hoes in the truck, I'm a fireman
I pulled up on her and I bust it, but I didn't shoot her man

[Chorus: 21 Lil Harold]
Yeah, big facts
Bitches speakin' on my name, bitch, give my dick back (Give my dick back)
These bitches fine bein' broke wit' a six-pack (Wow)
But I can get a Coi lookin' bitch (Uh-huh), but I ain't wit' that (Uh-uh)
But you can take a tongue out a trick without a Tic Tac (Uh-huh, yeah)
You want a nigga wit' dough (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You pop up at my shows (Yeah, yeah)
You bleach ya nigga clothes (Yeah, yeah)
You stressin', huh? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You f*ckin' niggas who told (Uh, yeah)
You messy wit' my bro (Bitch)
Yo' friends steal out the store (Bitch, yeah, yeah)
They messy, huh?