Lyrics Ain't Gotta Like It - Z-Ro

Ain't Gotta Like It

Yooou ain’t gotta like it
Look, I don’t give a damn
You must not know who I am
Yooou ain’t gotta like it
I’m just keeping it real
Give no fucks how all yall haters feel
I’ve been banging my screw (banging my screw), and coming down
It’s southside for life, screwed up click, we rep h-town
My every thought is green (green)
And my car so clean (my car so clean)
Not chasing you bitches
I’d rather have some riches (girl)
They say (they say), stop talking bout haters, we don’t wanna hear that shit
(so what)
And I say (and I say), yall must be the haters, since yall don’t wanna hear
that shit (haha)
Ima keep doing me, the way I want to (oh)
You don’t like it, you can leave, I don’t want you (oh)
Hater you can run up on me, if you want to (safe)
And you gonna slide when I put them hands on you
Yooou ain’t gotta like it
Look, I don’t give a damn
You must not know who I am
Yooou ain’t gotta like it
I’m just keeping it real
Give no fucks how all yall haters feel
They want me to rap about pain, cause they go through it (yeah)
So if my song sound happy, then they gonna boo it (yeah)
Crips c-walk, Bloods Su-woop to it (what's crackin)
Haters say what they gonna do to me, but they don’t do it
They want that ABN back, me and Trae the Truth (what)
Well if you waiting on that, keep waiting fool (haha)
If ya ask me, Joseph McVey the truth (one deep)
You don’t like it?
Don’t buy my shit (buy my shit)
My hair staying black, I wont dye my shit (dye my shit)
This is real rap homie, you should try my shit (try my shit)
You get the first one free, then you gotta pay
Gotta whole lotta bitches, I ain’t gotta bae
Purse first, ask last, all I gotta say
And fuck all yall, you know thats what Ima say (fuck all yall)
I ain’t even trying to trip
Accidentally got the sauce, I ain’t even tryin ta drip
Yooou ain’t gotta like it
Look, I don’t give a damn
You must not know who I am
Yooou ain’t gotta like it
I’m just keeping it real
Give no fucks how all yall haters feel