410btm - I Don't Care Lyrics

Everybody clap ya hands
Everybody clap ya motherf*ckin hands
Everybody clap ya hands
Clap ya motherf*ckin hands
Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but
Bitch I don't care
Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but
Bitch I don't care
Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but
Bitch I don't care
Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but
Bitch I don't care

I promise I'm for the people
Swearing with my pinkie winkie
I be pissin off the status quo
Wit my chocolate twinkie
F*cking up shit
Like Benito Mussolini
Or a mild strain of STDs
Did to lil Pinkie
Or like Chowder
Finna do to Panini
Or like a brick wall
After kids do graffiti
Or like crack cocaine
When it hit chocolate city
Just know I'll leave my mark
But here's da nitty gritty*
Baby!
You gon see me on your TV
Easy!
Groupies poppin out like its 3-D
Excuse me!
Why is everybody so gitty
Titties!
Niggas always caught up with boobies
Excuse me!
Bitch tried to give me Heebee Jeebees
Scabies little bitch covered up in herpes
Ima pass on it like my nigga Stephen Curry
But her pussy magic
Like Bitch is you a genie?!

Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but
Bitch I don't care
Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but
Bitch I don't care
Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but
Bitch I don't care
Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but
Bitch I don't care

Got hella adversaries
And hella contemparies
And hella heavy handed niggas
Gunning to see my buried
But that shit ain't eva scary
The threats may f*ckin vary
The shit won't make me worry
Yall can get it in a hurry
My brova this is a cat and mouse game
No Tom and Jerry
Plan to be primary
Not a subsidiary
Dare to be legendary
Matter fact luminary
I'm a light to hopeless
Ooo...Visionary
Finna cop a Tesla
So you can't gas me
Put the 8 behind the GR
Like u did for Gatsby
You can drink my piss
Cause u niggas soundin raspy
Better duck when whip out my dick
Sorry daffy
Come into game wit sticky fingers
Played wit taffy
How you gon be mad
When it's better to be happy
I know the first verse
You was probably laughing at me
But u need to know
U silly hoes won't stop me

I'm sorry I don't fit ya mold Momma
But I don't care
I'm sorry Pops
I don't fit ya mold
But I jus don't care
I'm sorry Fam
I don't fit ya mold
But I jus don't care
I'm sorry Church
I don't fit ya mold
But I jus don't care

Everybody clap ya hands
Everybody clap ya motherf*ckin hands
Everybody clap ya hands
Clap ya motherf*ckin hands
Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but
Bitch I don't care
Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but
Bitch I don't care

And if you don't believe me
I'm flying like Tuskegee
Finna make sure
That I open every door
I should thank you
I should thank you for all the love
And thank you for all the hate
And I won't discriminate
And I won't incriminate
Anybody who had showed me hate as of late
I should thank you
I should thank you for all the love
And thank you for all the hate
You didn't anticipate
That I was gon levitate
I had hella weight on my plate
But the Lord...
But the blessins been on time
They ain't ever come in late
Everybody wanna talk
The shorties gon wanna date
There's a good chance
More love gon precipitate
The hate
Gon dissipate
They love me because I'm great
They envying my estate
They lovin what I create
O you want Benji?!
You gon have to wait
You lovin the goofy lines, and catchy hooks
That's great
And you love the gritty stories I tell
Cause you relate
Tellin ya friends about me
Do conversate
I'm a hunter
But I'm finna let the prey spread the bait
And when I get the bag and Ima blow up
Yes inflate
Multiply the income
Dabble in real estate
Investin in kids and stocks
I estimate
We all gon celebrate
Checkmate
I should thank you