Y'all don't give a damn and we don't give a fuck On guard, been waiting for the y'all Push niggas to buck, still starving Ribs touch, you touch the team and you get touched Like home screen buttons, home screen loud Jennifer Hudson with them banged up lips I write shit talking, slick talk Pissed off, stick talk, diss track Get mad, rap niggas, big trash Your squad, my squad, mismatch Piss ants, cheese chase, gym rats Picture paint, Rembrandts Tree trunk, thin branch I leave, come back, this fall This all y'all niggas that came up with Might with a bit of a change up These niggas lame, we in minimal danger I got the bangers, you give me the next My nigga put me in the game And I'm ready to flame, I'm anxious Put the motherfucking bank on it Big nuts hanging, big bucks bringing Fuck em all, no slut shaming Money in the caiman, I'm a paw Niggas swear they banging, feds got em singing On the squad, crack rock slanging On blacktop pavement, tryna ball Line em up, on the wall, breathe deep Final call, knee deep, squeeze three Beep beep, Tylenol, pulled up, one deep No squad, just me, just God, no pride Real niggas tend to fuck with me No jewelry, no stunt for me Just a Bentley truck and an empty cup Or whatever that is You too concerned about how clever that is Me, I'm concerned how much bread that it is Or letters that it is I been got my mama, I'll get off of this I'm fucking the game, you niggas is lame You won't even get a little head out of this Bet I'm a Mitch, you niggas is dense My head's going over the fence How'd you niggas so rich, I'm not so convinced My wrist causing more than your whip And I don't wear that no more That shit, that look tacky Yeah, I'm the G.O.A.T., no nigga, don't at me Put on your coat, the world gon' get colder This is my year, don't say I ain't told you, nigga Y'all don't give a damn and we don't give a fuck I'm God, been waiting for the y'all Pushing niggas to court, still starving Wrists touching, touch the team and you get touched Like home screen buttons, home screen loud Jennifer Hudson with them thang star blessing Ayy, ayy, nigga, ayy, ayy Ayy, yo, uh-uh Ayy, yo Ayy, ayy, this that, um Ayy, ayy, this the Dreamville shit, this the, um I had a dream, I had a Glock I had a beam, running back I had a dream, she in Celine I'm in Supreme, running back Yeah, I had a dream, I had the guap I had the green, running back Ready to go, ready to score Ready for war, running back I ain't finna bring the summer back I ain't finna bring the summer back Snug my gun into function That bussy not coming back Dummy racks, hunnid stacks Police killed by the hunnid blacks Don't get killed, tryna run a lap Nigga, don't get killed, tryna run a lap