Yankee - Bada**

Song Rating: 9.78/10

Song lyrics:

[Intro]
Some people throw shots and it dont matter
Cause when I throw shots, bones shatter
Shout to all the real independents
Labels and women, BSB

[Hook]
You sold a couple records but nobody cares
You never on the radio cause nobody cares
You dont matter so you mad bruh, nobody cares
You just a Internet rapper, nobody cares
You a worker, Im a boss yo, nobody cares
Whats your record? Man I dont know, nobody cares
I asked the bad b**hes, and nobody cares
I asked the real n***as, and nobody cares
[Verse 1]
I wake and talk sh**, spit the raw sh**, stop
Yous a flithy backpack rapper out a thrift shop
Drug addict face, whats on your junkie head?
You aint no badmon cause you went and grew dreads
Who you k**? Who you rob? Who you extort?
p**yhole and beat your a** pon the city bus
I know real n***as, and none of em bump you
I know plenty bad b**hes, and none of em f**ed you!
Stupid lil fool, here go ya intervention
When they talk about the time, ya name is never mentioned
Nobody cares, I aint dissin, this is true
You a bullsh**, Jordan crying face, boo hoo
I never hear ya songs when I bug in the club
I never hear ya songs in the hood, you a dubb
Youll never be the guy, never could, never was
If you ever had a hater, tell em get off ya nuts

[Hook]
You sold a couple records but nobody cares
You never on the radio cause nobody cares
You dont matter so you mad bruh, nobody cares
You just a Internet rapper, nobody cares
You a worker, Im a boss yo, nobody cares
Whats your record? Man I dont know, nobody cares
I asked the bad b**hes, and nobody cares
I asked the real n***as, and nobody cares

[Verse 2]
They gon play this hit on the radio dawg
And you gon be like Damn, why they playin this for?
You aint hot so you give the blame to the DJs
I be making fire, giving flame to the DJs!
You tryna do music for Coachella
I make sh** for foreign whips and drug sellers


You more Digable Planets, Im more Roc-A-fella
Im more shoebox money, you more go to the teller
This fella got a identity crisis, I know me
Oh, you a real MC? Then you in P-O-P
Let me teach you how to dance, that was B-A-D
You keep hitting my name ho, get off my D-I-C
Cause Im a savage, this gon leave you sad b**h
Dont get suicidal like ya friend, heres a casket
Steez burning in Hell, my burners in my belt
Im really k**ing sh**, you n***as k**ing yourself
f**ing weirdos, off the roof, Steer clear yo!
This n***as tryna fly, he think he a superhero
Splat man! f** you and that man
And all three labels you signed to, they wack man
Heres the facts man
Im a self made n***a, got it off the curb
You a finger snappin, poet rapper, spoken word
If it really was the 90s, youll be titled as a herb
If ya movie was biography, Revenge of the Nerds!

[Hook]
You sold a couple records but nobody cares
You never on the radio cause nobody cares
You dont matter so you mad bruh, nobody cares
You just a Internet rapper, nobody cares
You a worker, Im a boss yo, nobody cares
Whats your record? Man I dont know, nobody cares
I asked the bad b**hes, and nobody cares
I asked the real n***as, and nobody cares

[Bridge]
Try to start a beef with me, boy you got some
Nerve, nerve, nerve, nerve
You know what I do to beef? Man I cook and I
Serve, serve, serve, cook and
Serve, cook and, serve, cook and
Serve, cook and, serve, cook and
Serve, cook and, serve, cook and
You know what I do to beef?
Cook and serve

[Hook 2]
You sold 60K, its funny, nobody cares
Miss Ninety Percent is taking 20, nobody cares
Thats $480 worth of money, nobody cares
50 percent go to Johnny, nobody cares
Thats $240 worth of loot dawg, nobody cares
Tell Cinematic come recoup dawg, nobody cares
$150 budget down in $90, ooh Lord, nobody cares
I made $114, thats more than you dawg, f** outta here!

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 09:09