Bitch I Don't
Ay
Yuh
STUNNA Gang
With my boys in the booth let's go
Bitch I don't need to hear no excuse
With my boys and we droppin heat in the booth
Yeah I'm a bad guy, but this ain't no shootout
So don't call me John Wilkes Booth
Only drink that I'm gonna sip on is water
Find another in the underground that drops bars harder
And I ain't finna stop till I'm sitting at the top
Making money like my motherfuckin boy Dwayne Carter
Go to every show
I'm on a motherfuckin roll
And I'm gettin heated up like I'm some motherfuckin coal
Never gonna stop till I make a milly that's the goal
Gonna be a rockstar, so just call me Dave Grohl
Always moving faster and I'm never going slow
Gotta blow up so I get lit at every fuckin show
Always love makin music with my motherfuckin bros
Now my boy Mash hoppin on the track and he finna drop some flows
Bitch I don't got time
Cause you is a waste of time
Always on my grind
I got hella cash while your card decline
Yeah I got hella cash
I been runnin call me the flash
Hundred on the dash
Bet you'll remember my name call me Cade Mash
Way I fuck your bitch they should call me Cade Smash
Way that I been grindin they should call me Cade Gnash
Is that your bitch on my line?
Tell her I'll be there in a flash
Bitch I don't care about how you feel
She ridin on me like a ferris wheel
She cryin on me bitch what's the deal?
Bitch you ain't thought I was gon prevail
Gotta make it out the mud
Gonna any day now
Got a new whip so I'm gonna switch lanes now
Got a new gang I ain't fuckin with the lames now
Bitch I don't play you don't wanna get flamed out
Bitch I don't care about how you feel
She ridin on me like a ferris wheel
She cryin on me bitch what's the deal?
Bitch you ain't thought I was gon prevail
Gotta make it out the mud
Gonna any day now
Got a new whip so I'm gonna switch lanes now
Got a new gang I ain't fuckin with the lames now
Bitch I don't play you don't wanna get flamed out
Yeah
You don't wanna get flamed out
Woo
Yo where my boy SorokDawg at?
Ay come up here bro
Record some shit
Got cash but I still carry those dimes
Never been one to worry about rhymes
Better believe I'm gonna make the dream mine
Right now I'm stuck in this place
Tell somebody to crank the bass
Get your critique outta my face
My boy Cade winnin the race
Don't spread the hate
Leave it up to fate
Cause my destiny will have the best of me
And your image is history
And the past, it's a mystery
And it's clear to see
Everything gonna be fine
Journey to the bag is gonna be a climb
Leave you in the dust to die
They'll be asking themselves why?
My answer gonna be all in my time
Yeah bitch I'm finna blow up any day now
Fuck a nine to five fuck a minimum wage now
No more cubicals all I do is rage now
STUNNA takin over it's my motherfuckin stage now
Bitch yeah I know that I'm whiter than Casper
I be steady ballin like the motherfuckin Raptors
Brewing up a storm like a natual disaster
Already on top call me the fuckin master
Bitch I don't wanna see you later
I am not an alligator
Everybody just a hater
I'm a lover and a skater
Hit you faster than a heart attack
You gon need a defibrillator
Talk shit imma hit you with a smack
Are you on my side, or is you a fuckin traitor?
Bitch I don't care, ay
Bitch I don't care, ay
Bitch I don't care about how you feel
She ridin on me like a ferris wheel
She cryin on me bitch what's the deal?
Bitch you ain't thought I was gon prevail
Gotta make it out the mud
Gonna any day now
Got a new whip so I'm gonna switch lanes now
Got a new gang I ain't fuckin with the lames now
Bitch I don't play you don't wanna get flamed out
Bitch I don't care about how you feel
She ridin on me like a ferris wheel
She cryin on me bitch what's the deal?
Bitch you ain't thought I was gon prevail
Gotta make it out the mud
Gonna any day now
Got a new whip so I'm gonna switch lanes now
Got a new gang I ain't fuckin with the lames now
Bitch I don't play you don't wanna get flamed out
Yuh
STUNNA Gang
With my boys in the booth let's go
Bitch I don't need to hear no excuse
With my boys and we droppin heat in the booth
Yeah I'm a bad guy, but this ain't no shootout
So don't call me John Wilkes Booth
Only drink that I'm gonna sip on is water
Find another in the underground that drops bars harder
And I ain't finna stop till I'm sitting at the top
Making money like my motherfuckin boy Dwayne Carter
Go to every show
I'm on a motherfuckin roll
And I'm gettin heated up like I'm some motherfuckin coal
Never gonna stop till I make a milly that's the goal
Gonna be a rockstar, so just call me Dave Grohl
Always moving faster and I'm never going slow
Gotta blow up so I get lit at every fuckin show
Always love makin music with my motherfuckin bros
Now my boy Mash hoppin on the track and he finna drop some flows
Bitch I don't got time
Cause you is a waste of time
Always on my grind
I got hella cash while your card decline
Yeah I got hella cash
I been runnin call me the flash
Hundred on the dash
Bet you'll remember my name call me Cade Mash
Way I fuck your bitch they should call me Cade Smash
Way that I been grindin they should call me Cade Gnash
Is that your bitch on my line?
Tell her I'll be there in a flash
Bitch I don't care about how you feel
She ridin on me like a ferris wheel
She cryin on me bitch what's the deal?
Bitch you ain't thought I was gon prevail
Gotta make it out the mud
Gonna any day now
Got a new whip so I'm gonna switch lanes now
Got a new gang I ain't fuckin with the lames now
Bitch I don't play you don't wanna get flamed out
Bitch I don't care about how you feel
She ridin on me like a ferris wheel
She cryin on me bitch what's the deal?
Bitch you ain't thought I was gon prevail
Gotta make it out the mud
Gonna any day now
Got a new whip so I'm gonna switch lanes now
Got a new gang I ain't fuckin with the lames now
Bitch I don't play you don't wanna get flamed out
Yeah
You don't wanna get flamed out
Woo
Yo where my boy SorokDawg at?
Ay come up here bro
Record some shit
Got cash but I still carry those dimes
Never been one to worry about rhymes
Better believe I'm gonna make the dream mine
Right now I'm stuck in this place
Tell somebody to crank the bass
Get your critique outta my face
My boy Cade winnin the race
Don't spread the hate
Leave it up to fate
Cause my destiny will have the best of me
And your image is history
And the past, it's a mystery
And it's clear to see
Everything gonna be fine
Journey to the bag is gonna be a climb
Leave you in the dust to die
They'll be asking themselves why?
My answer gonna be all in my time
Yeah bitch I'm finna blow up any day now
Fuck a nine to five fuck a minimum wage now
No more cubicals all I do is rage now
STUNNA takin over it's my motherfuckin stage now
Bitch yeah I know that I'm whiter than Casper
I be steady ballin like the motherfuckin Raptors
Brewing up a storm like a natual disaster
Already on top call me the fuckin master
Bitch I don't wanna see you later
I am not an alligator
Everybody just a hater
I'm a lover and a skater
Hit you faster than a heart attack
You gon need a defibrillator
Talk shit imma hit you with a smack
Are you on my side, or is you a fuckin traitor?
Bitch I don't care, ay
Bitch I don't care, ay
Bitch I don't care about how you feel
She ridin on me like a ferris wheel
She cryin on me bitch what's the deal?
Bitch you ain't thought I was gon prevail
Gotta make it out the mud
Gonna any day now
Got a new whip so I'm gonna switch lanes now
Got a new gang I ain't fuckin with the lames now
Bitch I don't play you don't wanna get flamed out
Bitch I don't care about how you feel
She ridin on me like a ferris wheel
She cryin on me bitch what's the deal?
Bitch you ain't thought I was gon prevail
Gotta make it out the mud
Gonna any day now
Got a new whip so I'm gonna switch lanes now
Got a new gang I ain't fuckin with the lames now
Bitch I don't play you don't wanna get flamed out
Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Langebartels, Jhelly Beats, Michael Soroka
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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