Travis Davon - I.D.G.A.F. lyrics

rate me

Feat. King Los

It's hip-hop, nigga

Trick a nigga's rims,

And put them on my back

Still ain't treading my religion

My Christianity, got my main bitch

In Christian, plutone, pray for me!

Wear my crosses hard bit, cold hearted,

Crucified, both of my wristes with diamonds

I'm on suicide

Watch ben look like a rear gold can

Red gray and blie, like the helmet on Gron Sanders

These rappers flip flop, and I don't do no looney sandals

Hard to bring bread with niggas,

When they got that tickle madness

Shot the corpse and shot (???) let them dice roll

It's the night in Vegas, tonight might put a price

On my soul!

7 Jordans, 7 jeans. 7 grams might suffice since the age of 17

Dirty hea d rimmie shows, shots out to the head

It's money.com, money sign up in my inbox

In the name of Satan, dropped it high

In order to feed my belly, I cut my weed from inside out

Drift from young and wrestles to young hard and reckless

So I ain't write this rhyme, I text it, you all get the message?

For me and those girls, so gross, ew, I think I feel infected

I don't give a fuck, bra, no protection

Insane speed, dealing like I'm training

Bitch, I'm double coughing,