What happens when two of hip-hop’s most unapologetic voices team up? I Don’t Care… by LUCKI and Lil Yachty delivers a gritty, in-your-face banger that’s as cold as it is captivating. Known for their hazy trap flows and introspective flexes—think LUCKI’s Greed or Yachty’s Let’s Start Here—the duo blends Chicago’s raw edge with Atlanta’s melodic swagger. This track, a teaser from their unreleased joint project, drips with defiance, wealth-fueled nonchalance, and loyalty struggles, much like their earlier collab Greed or LUCKI’s BIGGAVEL. Lines like “I’m rich as hell, you think I care about your situation? I don’t” (Lil Yachty) and “I got bitches that’ll kill for me” (LUCKI) set the tone for a no-holds-barred vibe.
Other snippets from this mysterious project, like Cold Streets and No Trust, echo similar themes—money, betrayal, and living untouchable. As fans dissect these leaks, I Don’t Care… stands out for its blunt lyricism and hypnotic beats, hinting at a cohesive album narrative. Curious about the hidden meanings or how it fits into their evolving sound? Dive into I Don’t Care… lyrics below, and feel the ice-cold flex of LUCKI and Yachty’s untouchable aura.
| Lead Vocals | LUCKI & Lil Yachty |
| Songwriter | LUCKI, Lil Yachty, Kyuro, SG1 & ChildBoy |
| Music Producer | ChildBoy, SG1 & Kyuro |
| Label | LUCKI |
| Release Date | August 22, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | LUCKI |
Lyrics of I Don’t Care… by LUCKI & Lil Yachty
[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Uh, Hey (Grow Up, Nigga)
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
You Don’t Love Me Like You Say You Did
The Niggas Who Scream “He Dont Lack,” Just Got Caught Without It
If It’s My Time To Go, Make Sure I Die With Some Class
These Niggas Love These Hoes, Stickin’ Trackers Up They Ass
I See A B**ch I Had Hangin’ ’round The Stu’, I Laugh
You Catch A Ho With Us, She Bound To Probably Go Out Bad
You Probably Hit These Hoes, I Know These Hoes Make Niggas Mad
I Can’t Go Out My Way, Shit, Find Another, I Can’t Bite The Bait
14.5 For A Crave, Real Quagen, Sizzle Gon’ Do The Face
I Ain’t Beefin’ With No Rapper, I Got Shit To Do
If You See Me In The Seven, Go On And Do What You Gon’ Do
I Keep F**kin’ On This B**ch Like I Ain’t F**ked A Ho In Years
My Closet Big As Hell, I Got So Rich, Shit Bring Me Tears
I Look At All My Peers Like, “If I Got It, Then You Got It”
I Looked At Both My Parents Like “I’m Grateful That Y’all F**ked”
My Daughter Said To Me, “Daddy, I Hate When You Ain’t Up”
I Sip All Through The Day, Late Night, The Demons Keep Me Up
A B**ch Ain’t Worth A Dollar, I Drop Racks, Throw Her, And Dunk Her
He Turn His Back On Me, By Next Friday, He Chris Tucker
Solid Nigga, Got More Stripes Than [?]
I Shoot At My Ex Mother, If She Goin’, I’ma F**k Across
Ain’t No Going Back, Stuck Forever
I Don’t Need You, Act Just Like I Got Amnesia
I Never Knew You, Never Seen You
Black Shades, Black Limousine, Uh
Black Gun, Black Magazine, Uh
Havin’ Fun With It, I’m A King, Uh
Die Hard Fiend For That Lean, Uh
Uh, Uh, I Don’t Wanna Be No B**ch Daddy
I Don’t Wanna Make No B**ch Lil’ Brother Happy
I Don’t Sell Dreams, I Ain’t Into Workin’ Magic
Don’t Quit Bein’ Weird, B**ch, You Look Like Keith Matches
If You Switch And You Die, Be Happy
She Don’t Wanna Order Like I Told Her, I’m Not The Pappy
Them Hoes Online Don’t Like Me, I Don’t Wanna F**k ’em Anyway
I’m Rich As Hell, You Think I Care About Your Situation?
[Bridge: Lil Yachty]
I Don’t
Bless
[Verse 2: Lucki]
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
I Got Money, I Got B**ches That’ll Kill For Me
I Got High And Said, “I Miss Her”, She Said “Nigga, Please”
Rapper, Opper, I Ain’t Gonna Diss ’em, He Could D-i-e
He Gon’ Sellout All The Concerts With B-I-G (Uh-huh)
G23, A Plastic Pistol, Blue T.I.P
Nigga, Leave With One Of These, Shots At The King
Can’t Be F**cked With And I’m Glogang, Drenchgang Home Team
That’s My Sneaky Shit, She Love Me For The Wrong Thing
That’s My Sneaky Shit, I Never Heard Her Phone Ring
I Got Demons, I Got Strippers, Slammed Both Of These
You Can Take It However You Want, B**ch, What It’s Supposed To Mean?
Forgiatos On The Track’, Designer Whole Thing
Niggas Think They Got Plot Armor, But The Show Keep Goin’
I Got Knives All In My Back, Only Feel It If You Sober
I Got Paid To Blow For Days, Niggas In The Way
Ayy, Ayy
I Got Paid To Blow For Days, Niggas In The Way
Ayy, Ayy
And I Poured Up By The Ocean, These Niggas Say I’m Boastin’
I Did It By Myself, A Nigga Wish He Could’ve Wrote It
Lotta Cash Tune, This Shit Way Bigger Than Motion
Sent That Ho A Broom, She A Witch And She Know It
I Bought Another Space Ship, Still Drive It Like It’s Stolen
I’m Balancin’ Relationships, My B**ch Okay With The Program
Lotta Cash Tune, This Shit Way Bigger Than Motion
Living What I Read On A Paper That I Wrote In Like
[Outro: Lucki]
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
