Rolled up 20 blunts (Blunts)
Got my .30 tucked (Tucked)
I don't give a f*ck about
The things you say you've done (Done)
I don't give a f*ck about your husband or your man
He ain't the one with the pussy but he acting pussy
For lasting a minute and out like a rookie
No shame in this shit no name in this shit
Well they don't know me but I'm paid from this shit
Get onto stepping the brands that you repping
Well none of that matters you never will get it
F*ck a material thing bitch I'm boutta teach em a thing bitch
Claiming you woke but you talk as a joke
And you're better off wearing a ball on your nose
All these garbage rappers got opinions on my sound
Don't hate me cause it's f*cking better than anything that you put out
Rolled up 20 blunts (Blunts)
Got my .30 tucked (Tucked)
I don't give a f*ck about
The things you say you've done (Done)
Pound in the back I was caught for possession
But they let me go and I got an obsession
For people that wanna be talking that shit and
When people be spewing that I'm illegitimate
F*ck outta my face outta my life bitch go away
I don't need drama from rappers that can't even rap
And be saying they're woke and so different at that
Well it's so funny that you make no money
You're streaming your shit and you sound like you coming
For me and my profit I'm lining my wallet
I'm checking for you and I make a deposit
You're the second rate you're mediocre and you're trash
We can move ahead and you'll be left there stuck inside the past
Rolled up 20 blunts (Blunts)
Got my .30 tucked (Tucked)
I don't give a f*ck about
The things you say you've done (Done)
YCK - National Clown Convention Lyrics
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Rolled up 20 blunts (Blunts)
Got my .30 tucked (Tucked)
I don't give a f*ck about
The things you say you've done (Done)
I don't give a f*ck about your husband or your man
He ain't the one with the pussy but he acting pussy
For lasting a minute and out like a rookie
No shame in this shit no name in this shit
Well they don't know me but I'm paid from this shit
Get onto stepping the brands that you repping
Well none of that matters you never will get it
F*ck a material thing bitch I'm boutta teach em a thing bitch
Claiming you woke but you talk as a joke
And you're better off wearing a ball on your nose
All these garbage rappers got opinions on my sound
Don't hate me cause it's f*cking better than anything that you put out
Rolled up 20 blunts (Blunts)
Got my .30 tucked (Tucked)
I don't give a f*ck about
The things you say you've done (Done)
Pound in the back I was caught for possession
But they let me go and I got an obsession
For people that wanna be talking that shit and
When people be spewing that I'm illegitimate
F*ck outta my face outta my life bitch go away
I don't need drama from rappers that can't even rap
And be saying they're woke and so different at that
Well it's so funny that you make no money
You're streaming your shit and you sound like you coming
For me and my profit I'm lining my wallet
I'm checking for you and I make a deposit
You're the second rate you're mediocre and you're trash
We can move ahead and you'll be left there stuck inside the past
Rolled up 20 blunts (Blunts)
Got my .30 tucked (Tucked)
I don't give a f*ck about
The things you say you've done (Done)
Got my .30 tucked (Tucked)
I don't give a f*ck about
The things you say you've done (Done)
I don't give a f*ck about your husband or your man
He ain't the one with the pussy but he acting pussy
For lasting a minute and out like a rookie
No shame in this shit no name in this shit
Well they don't know me but I'm paid from this shit
Get onto stepping the brands that you repping
Well none of that matters you never will get it
F*ck a material thing bitch I'm boutta teach em a thing bitch
Claiming you woke but you talk as a joke
And you're better off wearing a ball on your nose
All these garbage rappers got opinions on my sound
Don't hate me cause it's f*cking better than anything that you put out
Rolled up 20 blunts (Blunts)
Got my .30 tucked (Tucked)
I don't give a f*ck about
The things you say you've done (Done)
Pound in the back I was caught for possession
But they let me go and I got an obsession
For people that wanna be talking that shit and
When people be spewing that I'm illegitimate
F*ck outta my face outta my life bitch go away
I don't need drama from rappers that can't even rap
And be saying they're woke and so different at that
Well it's so funny that you make no money
You're streaming your shit and you sound like you coming
For me and my profit I'm lining my wallet
I'm checking for you and I make a deposit
You're the second rate you're mediocre and you're trash
We can move ahead and you'll be left there stuck inside the past
Rolled up 20 blunts (Blunts)
Got my .30 tucked (Tucked)
I don't give a f*ck about
The things you say you've done (Done)
Writer: Y K
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid