Текст песни IDGAD (feat. Botimi Freed) [Radio Edit] - Sxtwlve

I dont give a damn, I want a milli in the van, with a lil TLC I feel chili in the band
I dont give a damn yuh I dont give a damn
I dont give a damn yuh I dont give a damn
I dont give a damn yuh I dont give a damn
You and your opinion will get you washed up in the sand
Yes sir (Yes sir)
In the sand, I'll get you washed up in the sand

Not the sand gah damn
Niggas floatin up to land
Watch your mouth watch your mouth
Before you end up in back of the van
I'm emotional often non approachable
When I was young my coaches said sxtwlve you uncoachable
Uncoachable? fuck you bitch im sociable
Had to carry you bitch ass niggas and cuaght that curve that multiple
Give me my credit, my coins it's non negotiable
Nigga I like to fight, il pick up a pipe and bust out a window or two
(SXTWLVEEEEE)

I like to fight, il pick up a pipe
If you my enemy then you know it's onsight
l'm sleep deprived stay woke all night
I always move wrong but I wanna live right
I'm a texas boy, southside Houston wreckless boy
Mama said chill before you'll get arrested boy
Moved my ass to Maryland boy

I dont give a damn, I want a milli in the van
With a lil TLC I feel chili in the band
I dont give a damn yuh I dont give a damn
I dont give a damn yuh I dont give a damn
I dont give a damn yuh I dont give a damn
You and your opinion will get you washed up in the sand
Yes sir (Yes sir)
In the sand, I'll get you washed up in the sand

How many damns do I give
Zero divide by six
I dont give a damn, if she don't got bands
She don't got a chance with the kid
She don't got a chance with the man
She don't got a chance with the boy
The apple falls worthless regardless
No difference but if its about money
Just hit up my droid
Watch how the soldiers deploy
Don't give a damn about the heat
Rapping like this how I eat
I feel like a farmer whose peddling dairy the way I handle the beat
Whippin the whippin the street
She got her hand on my beast
I got my hand on the beauty
Friends be getting all mad when we be chillin
Because I be grabbing on her booty
Sorry cant help but its juicy
We in the crib watching movies
Get to performing our duties
After its done I turn on some frasier and seinfeld then light up a lucy

Oo Wee
Oo wee, step on my haters so cruelly
Got the uzi oo, that's the tru me
Kill or be killed that's the new me

Oo wee
They don't want to beef with my crew see
Now they haven't been seen in 2 weeks
Bodies be found in a cool creek

Oo wee
Went to the funeral in a two piece
Hugged on the mom
She a groupie
Now I'm the pops
They see who he

Who we
They tried to beef but we to deep
They see the gun
They tried to run
They got hawked like a loogie

I dont give a damn, I want a milli in the van, with a lil TLC I feel chili in the band
I dont give a damn yuh I dont give a damn
I dont give a damn yuh I dont give a damn
I dont give a damn yuh I dont give a damn
You and your opinion will get you washed up in the sand
Yes sir (Yes sir)
In the sand, I'll get you washed up in the sand

I am a villain so really yo opinion don't matter
I don't sit with no lames
I don't do a chit chatter
I'm a vagabond, vagrant, don't subtweet, on no-name ish
Girls with fake booties I want bounce them on the pavement
Yea im hiding skeletons in the ceiling,
A nigga always had deep supa deep Feelins
Gotta remind myself to keep it together God willing (Inshallah)
Otherwise nigga like me would start killin