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  • I don`t give a fuck if you love me, I don`t give a fuck if you like me
    Askin` me, "How did it feel?" Can`t say it didn`t surprise me
    Last time I looked to my right, you niggas was standing beside me
    How can some people I love hang around pussies who try me? Let`s go
    What did I miss?
    What did I miss?
    What did I miss?
    What did I miss?
    Let`s go, let`s go

    I`m whippin` around on like six hundred acres, let`s go, let`s go, let`s go
    You niggas just better not ask for no favors, let`s go, let`s go, let`s go
    It`s love for my brothers and death to a traitor, let`s go
    She might decide to say no to me now, but say y¬Ös to me later, let`s go
    H¬Ör ass is all natty like Florida Gator, let`s go
    You switched on the guys and supported a hater, let`s go
    What`s the get-back for niggas? It`s TBD
    I look at this shit like a BTC
    Could be down this week, then I`m up next week

    I don`t give a fuck if you love me, I don`t give a fuck if you like me
    Askin` me "How did it feel?" Can`t say it didn`t surprise me
    Last time I looked to my right, you niggas was standing beside me
    How can some people I love hang around pussies who try me? Let`s go
    What did I miss?
    What did I miss?
    What did I miss?
    What did I miss?
    Let`s go

    Ayy, let`s go, let`s go
    Ayy, ayy, let`s go, let`s go
    Ayy, ayy, let`s go
    Ayy, let`s go, ayy, let`s go

    Yeah, niggas get punched in the face on some TLC shit, on the dead guys
    Some TLC shit `cause, my nigga, you gon` need a chilly ice pack for your left eye
    I`m back in your city tonight, walkin` around with my head high
    I saw bro went to Pop Out with them, but been dick riding gang since "Headlines"
    It feels like nobody`s there until you start givin` out two-tones
    And nobody cares until they in front of your tombstone
    Y`all been on that type of timing for too long
    Iceman, Tiffany blue stones
    I done made plenty shit right out of two wrongs, shit, let`s go

    Let`s go
    Let`s go, let`s go
    Ayy, yeah
    Let`s go, let`s go
    Yeah, yeah, let`s go
    Yeah, let`s go, let`s go

    What did I miss?
    When I was looking at y`all and cooking with y`all
    And giving out verses and bookings to y`all?
    Making sure wires were hit, man, what did I miss?
    When you was all in my crib, liquor and hoes
    Word for word at all of the shows
    You always felt like this, man, what did I miss?