Lyrics
Hello (yo, Blay), this, uh, I tell you the problem (hey, what that is?) With y'all generation
Y'all got life fucked up, y'all don't know how to have a good time
Aight, old school, uh-huh
Let me show y'all how we do it in the 2020s (flip')
Yeah, we gotta bring the good time back
On who? On me!
Yeah, y'all know I love the hype y'all love
I used to give a -, but I never gave a - (what?)
We won't give a -, we ain't never gave a - (what?)
On who? On who? On me, y'all (talkin' to y'all)
We don't care what a hater gotta say
We done gave 'em a chance, they gon' do it anyway
Welcome to the East, welcome to the West
Put this all on me, I'ma say it with my chest (where them towels at?)
We don't care what a hater gotta say
We done gave 'em a chance, they gon' do it anyway
Welcome to the East, welcome to the West
Put this all on me, I'ma say it with my chest
They dying now, I'm up right now, now, now
I ain't never gave a fuck, hell nah, nah, nah
So I gotta tell 'em we don't care, nah, nah, nah, nah
I say we don't care (nah, nah, nah, nah)
They dying now, I'm up right now, now, now
I ain't never gave a fuck, hell nah, nah, nah
So I gotta tell 'em we don't care, nah, nah, nah, nah
I say we don't care (nah, nah, nah, nah)
I thought I told ya, I'm a down south soldier (uh-huh)
The way I'm rockin' shit, you would think I was a boulder (what?)
Said I wouldn't be shit (what?) I guess I showed ya
Better get your hatin' ass to the back like a molar (get your ass to the back)
Get your ass to the back
I'm dunkin' on you haters, got me feelin' like I'm Shaq
I got 20-20 vision, 20 days, 20 racks
Keep my foot up on they neck, I ain't cuttin' you no slack
Know you're worse than you goin' at the tag
I just spent 20 bands on that sack
Self-made, independent, and we black, on me
Feel like the other day, scrapin' minutes for the TracFone
We don't stop, we don't quit
You ain't gotta tag me 'cause I know I'm lit (where them towels at?)