[Chorus: Packy]
Okay, I give all the fucks
Bonomo, I'm calling everybody’s bluff, yeah
Call it anything but luck, yeah
Okay, I give all the fucks, yeah
Okay, I give all the fucks
Bonomo, I'm calling everybody's bluff, yeah
Call it anything but luck, yeah
Okay, I give all the fucks

[Verse 1: Packy]
Phone keep ringing, call it anything but love
Where were you when we was (Vroom-vroom) starting up?
I been in the ring, takin’ body shots
Now they wanna tag-team it, people say it's all love
They don't even half mean it
But they need it, I got so conceited
That I put an EP out without no promo or no features
I'm a team leader, bring the money back and feed the meter
Got the bandwagon double parked, hurry 'fore we leave ya
You a deep-sleeper, I'm a hit-maker
Fuck a gatekeeper, I'm a risk-taker
I'm a self-mader, you a player-hater
You a bitch-made-man, I’m a bad-bitch-dater
This a different game that we playin’, I'm an owner
Doin’ business with it, I'm a stockholder
Ain't no random killin', I’m a lock-and-loader
I'm a grudge-holder, man, I thought I told ya, I give all the fucks
[Chorus: Packy]
Okay, I give all the fucks
Bonomo, I'm calling everybody's bluff, yeah
Call it anything but luck, yeah
Okay, I give all the fucks, yeah
Okay, I give all the fucks
Bonomo, I'm calling everybody's bluff, yeah
Call it anything but luck, yeah
Okay, I give all the fucks

[Verse 2: Apollo]
Me and Packy back-to-back, we doin' this again
I know too many artists who got egos and pretend
That they're doin' better
Bums actin' like they're trendsetters
After this I'm done, you can keep sending love letters
I just called the office that you claimed that you've been speaking with
I was with the hoes that you claimed that you were sleeping with
I put up the numbers that you claimed that you were bringing in
And I'll die at 100, 'cause that's what I be keeping it
It's no love, no connections, just the talent
Conversations had between us, found it's way on find my balance
Twenty-fifteen, I was sleeping in the attic
Making records on my webcam, now I'm on the camera
If I never make it, at least I hit a milli'
If I never make it, at least I have fans that really feel me
I had labels tryna reach me from the west side to Philly
Through the struggles and the triumph, I was still me
I give all the fucks
[Chorus: Packy]
Okay, I give all the fucks
Bonomo, I'm calling everybody's bluff, yeah
Call it anything but luck, yeah
Okay, I give all the fucks, yeah
Okay, I give all the fucks
Bonomo, I'm calling everybody's bluff, yeah
Call it anything but luck, yeah
Okay, I give all the fucks