Jarren Benton, Chris Webby, Futuristic - No Fucks to Give lyrics

(What happened to Funk Volume nigga?)
Ain't no more fucking Funk Volume
All you niggas get is Mr benton
I got them pussy niggas shitting kittens
I guillotine the fucking competition
I "what up" to my niggas still in prison
I'm still drunk and high, I'm on prescription
Drugs jesus, who the fuck I gotta sell my
Soul to to get it popping nigga
And when you see me keep
It moving show me love and don't ask me no
Questions about Hopsin nigga
Oh lord I'm on my own I'm
About to have a nervous breakdown
Ass up face down that's the way the industry
Fuck you nigga it's east side a-town
Full turnt like a-town
This the bully beat a motherfucker's
Ass on the playground
Your homeboy like "Jesus he's a sick son
Of a bitch, a maniac, play dead, stay down"


My homeboy still stirring up the pot
Remember we didn't have a fucking pot to piss
In and we was sleeping on the cot
Man nigga popping hoes eating up the cock
I got a new trap J's geeking on the rocks
And that's a metaphor for rap
Weighing on the stop
I snipe a nigga with a sniper rifle
Have him lookin like he JFK
The mothafucka leaning out the drop like pop
Yeah
Tell these bad whores Mr benton on the market
I hops in a pussy and no
I'm not talking 'bout Marcus
I bodied a booth in the beat
Oh now I smell a carcass
I tear up the club, snap his neck
Break his bones and his cartilage
Jarren stop talking like that
Oh my God you have children there
I give a fuck what you saying
Bitch we bout to be billionaires

I ran out all of my fucks to give
We go so hard now they fucking with this
Fuck is you doing bitch, I'm not a human
They want your thousands
You gotta keep moving
I ran out all of my fucks to give
We go so hard now they fucking with this
Fuck is you doing bitch, I'm not a human
Funk Volume's dead
But the bully keep movin' nigga

Yeah
Ran out of fucks to give, enough of this
I hit you in your upper lip
If you ain't come for this
Don't rush the kid
A MC going hammer don't touch my shit
With Jarren Benton
That's my nigga since 2-0-1-1
I'm running circles around you niggas
I'm playing duck duck goose
I've been on a mission for a million bucks
And any model that's a
Fan probably getting fucked with no label
Yeah I got my own squad
WTF gang hold it down no problem
Wait that's only me
I been thinking about bringing niggas on but
These other rappers suck like a blowjob
Hit a nigga til he needs a fucking nose job
I have him crying like a
Grandma watching soap op's
You were holding a drink
Don't spill it on me
I slide you out your 3s yelling opa!
A young nigga, that Futuristic
Dude the sickest
Don't care who your clique is
Wanna battle then you'll lose with quickness
Lose your bitches
Still spitting like my fucking
Tooth is missing
Who you kidding, no fucks given in my verse
Exterminating everybody
Hailin' to the Germans
I bet they all in they grave turning
Think i give a fuck then
You got the wrong person

I ran out all of my fucks to give
We go so hard now they fucking with this
Fuck is you doing bitch, I'm not a human
They want your thousands
You gotta keep moving
I ran out all of my fucks to give
We go so hard now they fucking with this
Fuck is you doing bitch, I'm not a human
Funk Volume's dead
But the bully keep movin' nigga

(What's up with Homegrown, man?)
You no Homegrown no more, I ain't
Got nobody by my side, yo
Split with my management, now I
Am all by myself, don't even got a side hoe
I flew from Connecticut end up
With like I'm 5-0
Then I moved in with my team to
A spot that I couldn't afford
Till' my debit was dry so
Try to regroup is a lie though
Telling myself in my head it's alright, yo
Page after page I would crumple
It up and then
Throw it away I was losing my mind, yo
I was pacing around in my studio punching the
Walls and the floor like a psycho
Then I channeled my energy and
I dropped Webby's Lab 2
Now I'm back on my pyro
With the fire like Spyro
You can see the smoke rise
From the speaker wire

Just a crazy white boy like in Peaky Blinders
On seat reclining til my life is golden
Now I'm on my lonesome
No label, no financial backing
Nobody assisting promotions (No one)
But, I gotta keep going
I still got my homies that had me from Jump
They still in the Sprinter
We passing the blunt
When we hitting the road
And we gripping these
Shows cause it's all that we know
So we have to keep up with the schedule
Show after show after festival
Now I'm back counting my decimals
Paying my taxes and stacking like I
Should have always been doing
I've always been doing
You live and you learn
I'm expected to go from
In debt to exceptional
Money amounts in accounts and
I'm killing it now i've taken the wheel back
Right before other people
Come run my business into the ground
There ain't a fuck I'mma give, yo
Got my middle fingers up in the window
In the ring til the day I
Die and that's word to Kimbo
Jarren tell 'em how this shit go

I ran out all of my fucks to give
We go so hard now they fucking with this
Fuck is you doing bitch, I'm not a human
They want your thousands
You gotta keep moving
I ran out all of my fucks to give
We go so hard now they fucking with this
Fuck is you doing bitch, I'm not a human
Funk Volume's dead
But the bully keep movin' nigga