Idgaf lyrics

by

Quentin Miller


[Part 1]

[Intro]
When you said that last time, I was kinda trippin', right?
But now... you right
I am crazy
But you know what else?
I don't give a f*ck

[Verse]
f*ck about anythin'
Skinny white child on the track, but I'm threatenin'
They don't wanna let 'em in
They told me if I take it, I'll feel better like it's medicine
But I ain't settlin', they tryna rush me like adrenaline
And labels don't reply so I can get a deal
I've been itchin' for this sh*t, someone give me a Benadryl
I get hella skill, man, they worried that I never will
Have success in bills, golden grills, makin' money like it's seven mill'
Sorry, I don't give a f*ck about this sh*t
Man, I've been going overboard and now they jumpin' on the ship
Man, they some hypocrites, pimpin' butterflies while in a chrysalis
Ridiculous, your kids want my mixtape as a Christmas gift
Middle child, know I'm anythin' but in the middle, b*tch
Man, I don't give a sh*t, I'm well behaved, and so articulate
I'm the type to ask my f*cking teacher for a syllabus
Existential crisis, every day I think I don't exist
Chicken little, I'm a fryin' pan, I'm a dyin' man
Wake up every mornin', I'ma make a f*ckin' diagram
And find a plan to be the highest man in this giant land
Rap so f*ckin' hard, I think I'm injurin' my diaphragm
Iron Man, think I'm Iron Man
Kids be puttin' fire emojis on my entire 'Gram, I'm a fireman
Second grade teacher got me singin' in the choir, man
And look at where I am, I never thought I would acquire fans
Acquire bands, say a bunch of random sh*t and rhyme it, man
That's how much I do not give a f*ck, let's go to Ireland
Hundred grand on the rubber bands to hold your f*ckin' bands
Listening to the cash register like your f*ckin' jam
You don't understand, like a Republican with a gun in his hand
Sayin' that "Trump is the man to come with the plan"
Livin' in wonderland, that sh*t is a f*cking scam
Making America show that it's dumb again
Damn
[Interlude]
I mean, I had to hop on some political sh*t
You know what I'm sayin'?
I mean- I mean, why not?
I thought it was kinda good
Heh, whatever, hehe...

[Part 2]

[Intro]
King Mezzy on the beat

[Verse]
f*ck a lawsuit, f*ck a lawsuit, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
What it cost me, what it cost you (Cost you)
G-Gotta stop you, y'all are not cute (b*tch)
No need to argue, 'cause I do not lose, ayy (b*tch, ayy, ayy)
Who's your momma? I need to know who taught you, I need to
'Call you believe, but I'm sure that nobody believes you (Hahaha)
I'm makin'-I'm makin' music, as soon as I start makin' money, you tryin' to review (Uh, uh...)
You had to claim every verse on my album, are you gonna claim these too? (Ooh, ayy)
'Cause I am independent, you a little jealous, and you skeptical of how I'm really sellin' (Haha)
You assumin' that I can't legit defend it, I'ma send you out here with a prison sentence
Copyright-abusin' pricks, tryin' to profit off my music sh*t (Ayy)
Little do you know that I am not afraid of you, and so I will refuse to quit, you stupid b*tch (Ayy)
Y'all are bad for real, my sh*t got mass appeal (Mass appeal)
Every song that I drop is an anthem, you don't really have to kneel, snap (Stand up)
Freestyle, you don't have to steal, don't like it? Well, you have to deal (Yeah, have to deal)
If I say it that it's how I feel, it's real, I don't pass no drill, yeah (Ayy)
Plug called like we had a deal, man, this sh*t ain't daffodils (Ain't daffodils, yeah)
When it all comes at my door, get the toy like a Happy Meal (Bow-bow-bow-bow)
If it does, then I have to kill, name a track that I haven't killed, damn
When it comes to this sh*t, I'm a killer, red dot and record, damn, I have to chill
Yeah, this a new wave, y'all are too late
You say you gon' start tomorrow, well, tomorrow's today (Now)
I get-I get all these bags, stuff 'em in a suitcase
You a thief, you just steal my sh*t like you was Boonk Gang
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