Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Don't Fuck Around , by - Mads Veslelia. Release date: 09.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Don't Fuck Around |
| Yeah, what’chu know about the M, what’chu know about the V |
| As I roll through the streets like a G |
| It’s a Opel, but I just drove with the windows open, no token |
| So it’s dirty, looking like a ATV |
| Bumping Slim Shady, LP |
| Not a USB, got the real CD |
| Motherfucker gotcha papa stop and staring at me |
| I ain’t catching no speed, I ain’t catching no chick, but I just bought me some |
| green. |
| Monster Energy |
| See? |
| Thought I was going to say weed? |
| I ain’t doing that, but please feel free, |
| roll and smoke around me |
| Cause I’m catching my buzz of that double dose of caffeine |
| May seem like I’m going crazy, but all I do is roll around, or stay inside my |
| room daily |
| But don’t you worry 'bout it baby, this is hiphop, bitch what |
| Rapping rappers to ashes and fap to ladies doing crisscross |
| Feeling so pro |
| People they know |
| (I don’t fuck around) |
| Nothing can slow |
| Me when I roll |
| (I don’t fuck around) |
| The rain and the snow |
| Tryna push me off road |
| (I don’t fuck around) |
| But I’m gonna blow |
| And go out like Monroe |
| (I don’t fuck around) |
| Yeah, I’m still at it, like woah |
| I keep on pushing, and abusing every line that I throw |
| Into a rap record, ass wrecker, mad chicken |
| Past checker, that’s second, I get a rash |
| Yo' raggity ass, better be glassed, never be tapped, making me laugh |
| Every dash of gas that I smashed up into my tank fast |
| Just to bone, now won’t even loan |
| You a few bucks for the bus |
| Fuck out my zone |
| Guess you gotta go suck another trucker or so |
| Yeah, fall in love with a motherfucker, you hoe |
| Back on my own, got a new address on my phone |
| Tryna find her house, cause we 'bout to ride to this song, oh |
| Cause I was brought up, on Yela and Slim |
| Rittz and Pac, Tech N9ne, not to mention Hopsin |
| So now they got a viking tryna spit like them |
| Tryna provide a style of rhymes combined with the kings and him |
| I’ma prince |
| Feeling so pro |
| People they know |
| (I don’t fuck around) |
| Nothing can slow |
| Me when I roll |
| (I don’t fuck around) |
| The rain and the snow |
| Tryna push me off road |
| (I don’t fuck around) |
| But I’m gonna blow |
| And go out like Monroe |
| (I don’t fuck around) |
| If you look at my status |
| The saddest rapper |
| A savage, the planet added a sadist |
| There’s so much static in attic |
| I gotta balance my baggage |
| And I’ma shatter these rappers |
| Because I had it with maggots |
| They tryna brag like the baddest |
| But I got the pad with the fattest |
| I got the rap with the maddest, madness |
| The manic panic is tragic, but magic to classics |
| And I pour acid on plastics |
| Harassing these faggots, sporadic |
| Who happs to be catching a habit |
| Of not practice |
| And nah, I ain’t sarcastic |
| I ain’t no bastard |
| When I say suck gas, and then swallow a matchstick |
| Tryna follow Apollo 11 to heaven |
| Forgetting your level ain’t fettle, better settle |
| No pedal to metal, you battle a rebel with a medal from devil |
| A letter, telling me to boil every g-boy in a kettle |
| It’s the truth that I’m rapping |
| Just a dude with no platinum |
| Third verse, hat-trick, I’m still at it and laughing (haha) |
| Feeling so pro |
| People they know |
| (I don’t fuck around) |
| Nothing can slow |
| Me when I roll |
| (I don’t fuck around) |
| The rain and the snow |
| Tryna push me off road |
| (I don’t fuck around) |
| But I’m gonna blow |
| And go out like Monroe |
| (I don’t fuck around) |
| Feeling so pro |
| People they know |
| (I don’t fuck around) |
| Nothing can slow |
| Me when I roll |
| (I don’t fuck around) |
| The rain and the snow |
| Tryna push me off road |
| (I don’t fuck around) |
| But I’m gonna blow |
| And go out like Monroe |
| (I don’t fuck around) |
| One more time! |