Don't Think

I got rubber bands
And I tie it on my pants
Fuck belt
U put fashion over common sense
I got raise on a dollar put it's falling down
Fucker where's my crown
Imma king of abstract sound
I got authority
I'm shooting all minorities
No more differences
Everyone got their priorities

Dumb people don't think bitch
I'm irrational
Sensational and international
So responsible
Bitch

If you that cool, then make yourself available
Bitch

If you that tough, go fuck a disabled kid

Fucking with my microphone
Bitch it's dying
Recorded hundreds of songs
At least trying
I talked with my bitch on phone
She's lying
I held the baby. Gave back to my mama
She's crying

I have a doctor's appointment
My stomach hurts
Can't make a doo doo kaka in my fucking toilet
So I must to make it in a verse
Free curse
Damn you!
Put it in reverse

I got rubber bands and I tie it on my motherfucking pants
I won't follow any trends bitch
Yeah yeah yeah
Put this track on repeat
I'm telling you it's gonna bang harder than the first time
Check it



Credits
Writer(s): Firdaus Masiddeenzadeh
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