I Don't Fuck Around

Verse 1: [Mads Veslelia] 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 Hook: [Mads Veslelia] 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) Verse 2: [Mads Veslelia] 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 about 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 Hook: [Mads Veslelia] 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) Verse 3: [Mads Veslelia] 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 poor acid on plastic Harassing these faggots, sporadic Who happens 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) Hook: [Mads Veslelia] 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)