Текст песни Ain't Gotta Like It - Z-RO

You ain't gotta like it
Look, I don't give a damn
You must not know who I am
You ain't gotta like it
I'm just keeping it real
Give no fucks how all y'all haters feel

I've been banging my Screw (Banging my Screw)
And coming down (Yeah)
It's Southside for life, screwed up clique
We rep H-Town, my every thought is green (Green)
And my car so clean (My car so clean)
Not chasing you bitches, I'd rather have some riches, girl
They say (They say), stop talking bout haters
We don't wanna hear that shit (So what?)
And I say (And I say), y'all must be the haters
Since y'all don't wanna hear that shit (Ahaha)
I'ma keep doing me, the way I want to (Oh)
You don't like it, you can leave, I don't want you (Oh)
Hater, you can run up on me if you want to (Safe)
And you gon' slide when I put them hands on you

You ain't gotta like it
Look, I don't give a damn
You must not know who I am
You ain't gotta like it
I'm just keeping it real
Give no fucks how all y'all haters feel

They want me to rap about pain, 'cause they go through it (Yeah)
So if my song sound happy, then they gon' boo it (Yeah)
Crips C-Walk, Bloods Su-Woop to it (What's crackin'?)
Haters say what they gon' do to me, but they don't do it
They want that ABN back, me and Trae the Truth (What?)
Well if you waiting on that, keep waiting fool (aha)
If you ask me, Joseph McVay the truth (One Deep)
You don't like it? Don't buy my shit (Buy my shit)
My hair staying black, I won't dye my shit (Dye my shit)
This is real rap, homie, you should try my shit (Try my shit)
You get the first one free, then you gotta pay (Oh)
Gotta whole lotta bitches, I ain't gotta bae (Oh)
Purse first, ask last, all I gotta say (Oh)
And fuck all yall, you know that's what I'ma say (Fuck all y'all)
Uh, I ain't even trying to trip
Accidentally got the sauce, I ain't even tryin' to drip

You ain't gotta like it
Look, I don't give a damn
You must not know who I am
You ain't gotta like it
I'm just keeping it real
Give no fucks how all y'all haters feel