I Don't Fuck Around - Mads Veslelia

Yeah, what’chu know about the M, what’chu know about the V

As I roll through the streets like a G

It’s a Opel, but I just drove with the windows open, no token

So it’s dirty, looking like a ATV

Bumping Slim Shady, LP

Not a USB, got the real CD

Motherfucker gotcha papa stop and staring at me

I ain’t catching no speed, I ain’t catching no chick, but I just bought me some

green.

Monster Energy

See?

Thought I was going to say weed?

I ain’t doing that, but please feel free,

roll and smoke around me

Cause I’m catching my buzz of that double dose of caffeine

May seem like I’m going crazy, but all I do is roll around, or stay inside my

room daily

But don’t you worry 'bout it baby, this is hiphop, bitch what

Rapping rappers to ashes and fap to ladies doing crisscross

Feeling so pro

People they know

(I don’t fuck around)

Nothing can slow

Me when I roll

(I don’t fuck around)

The rain and the snow

Tryna push me off road

(I don’t fuck around)

But I’m gonna blow

And go out like Monroe

(I don’t fuck around)

Yeah, I’m still at it, like woah

I keep on pushing, and abusing every line that I throw

Into a rap record, ass wrecker, mad chicken

Past checker, that’s second, I get a rash

Yo' raggity ass, better be glassed, never be tapped, making me laugh

Every dash of gas that I smashed up into my tank fast

Just to bone, now won’t even loan

You a few bucks for the bus

Fuck out my zone

Guess you gotta go suck another trucker or so

Yeah, fall in love with a motherfucker, you hoe

Back on my own, got a new address on my phone

Tryna find her house, cause we 'bout to ride to this song, oh

Cause I was brought up, on Yela and Slim

Rittz and Pac, Tech N9ne, not to mention Hopsin

So now they got a viking tryna spit like them

Tryna provide a style of rhymes combined with the kings and him

I’ma prince

Feeling so pro

People they know

(I don’t fuck around)

Nothing can slow

Me when I roll

(I don’t fuck around)

The rain and the snow

Tryna push me off road

(I don’t fuck around)

But I’m gonna blow

And go out like Monroe

(I don’t fuck around)

If you look at my status

The saddest rapper

A savage, the planet added a sadist

There’s so much static in attic

I gotta balance my baggage

And I’ma shatter these rappers

Because I had it with maggots

They tryna brag like the baddest

But I got the pad with the fattest

I got the rap with the maddest, madness

The manic panic is tragic, but magic to classics

And I pour acid on plastics

Harassing these faggots, sporadic

Who happs to be catching a habit

Of not practice

And nah, I ain’t sarcastic

I ain’t no bastard

When I say suck gas, and then swallow a matchstick

Tryna follow Apollo 11 to heaven

Forgetting your level ain’t fettle, better settle

No pedal to metal, you battle a rebel with a medal from devil

A letter, telling me to boil every g-boy in a kettle

It’s the truth that I’m rapping

Just a dude with no platinum

Third verse, hat-trick, I’m still at it and laughing (haha)

Feeling so pro

People they know

(I don’t fuck around)

Nothing can slow

Me when I roll

(I don’t fuck around)

The rain and the snow

Tryna push me off road

(I don’t fuck around)

But I’m gonna blow

And go out like Monroe

(I don’t fuck around)

Feeling so pro

People they know

(I don’t fuck around)

Nothing can slow

Me when I roll

(I don’t fuck around)

The rain and the snow

Tryna push me off road

(I don’t fuck around)

But I’m gonna blow

And go out like Monroe

(I don’t fuck around)

One more time!