Quadeca - Idgaf lyrics

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
(Ha ha ha)
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