DJ Clyde - Fuc You Tahm Bout (DJ Clyde 2 Beat Blend) lyrics

[Intro] 10 Days? Are you for real? Are you serious? f** it then! [Hook] f** you tahm bout? n***a, f** you tahm bout? [Verse 1] n***a, f** this whole school and everything you tahm 'bout Don't ask me for no I.D., b**h I f**ing signed out b**h I've been suspended, b**h I've been on timeout Waking up in grind mode and sleeping in a grindhouse So please don't hit my line 'bout the party trying to find out What time that sh** going to start or when it end, or who gone come out Or if I walked the stage, I've been on stage since I could rhyme out Shows and shows and tapes of trying to get my f**ing lines out So please don't take my BIC out My book out, my pick out, my hair, my f**ing big mouth You dick head you dipped out of cla** and now you sh** out Of luck Who f**ing slick now, and with them rhymes you written down I hope you get a mix down with a diss track From Ms. Rownd and my dick sack in this b**h mouth Give a five-hive to my teacher face and my principal that fist pound And now you gotta switch gowns, caught you, little rascal We got you throwing tantrums, when you could've thrown a ta**el [Segue] [Verse 2] n***a you're a weakling, why you talking dealing? Like, "All my n***as flip birds!" n***a, you're a wing-zing You ain't nothing but my seedling, I'll hang you from the ceiling And leave yo' little a** leaking, and leave yo' body stinking Dude yo' a** been drinking? Or you just wasn't thinking? I'll hit you with that 6-piece: bink, bink, bink, bink, bink, bink! I hear you're pockets jingling, it's calling me like ring, ring! I'll choke you with your bling bling, then run faster than Tink Tink And all these goofies mad though, like, "Why he such a a**hole?" And I ain't even mad yo, I'll stab you with a screwdriver That sh** ain't even rhyme n***a, I'm f**ed up out my mind n***a I stay right off the '9 n***a, that's where they try an' find a n***a Feeling froggy? Better timid up, harsh feelings gone, put 'em in a blunt Cause n***as don't wanna get bended up, stay talking but don't send it up Used to send it up for my skinner lunch Save money n***as really won't spend a buck Gimme that cash, that ben what up Pockets keep that denim bruh like