Lyrics Idgaf - Quadeca

Idgaf

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--
Fuck 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 shit, 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 fuck about this shit
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, bitch
Man, I don’t give a shit, I’m well behaved, and so articulate
I’m the type to ask my fucking 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 fuckin' diagram
And find a plan to be the highest man in this giant land
Rap so fuckin' 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 shit and rhyme it, man
That’s how much I do not give a fuck, let’s go to Ireland
Hundred grand on the rubber bands to hold your fuckin' bands
Listening to the cash register like your fuckin' 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 shit is a fucking scam
Making America show that it’s dumb again
Damn
I mean, I had to hop on some political shit
You know what I’m sayin'?
I mean- I mean, why not?
I thought it was kinda good
Heh, whatever, hehe…
King Mezzy on the beat
Fuck a lawsuit, fuck a lawsuit, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
What it cost me, what it cost you (Cost you)
G-Gotta stop you, y’all are not cute (Bitch)
No need to argue, 'cause I do not lose, ayy (Bitch, 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 gonna 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 shit (Ayy)
Little do you know that I am not afraid of you, and so I will refuse to quit,
you stupid bitch (Ayy)
Y’all are bad for real, my shit 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 shit 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 shit, 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 shit like you was Boonk Gang