Mads Veslelia - I Don't f** Around lyrics

[Verse 1: Mads Veslelia] Yeah, 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 Motherf**er 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, b**h what Rapping rappers to ashes and fap to ladies doing crisscross [Hook: Mads Veslelia] Feeling so pro People they know (I don't f** around) Nothing can slow Me when I roll (I don't f** around) The rain and the snow Tryna push me off road (I don't f** around) But I'm gonna blow And go out like Monroe (I don't f** 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, a** wrecker, mad chicken Past checker, that's second, I get a rash Yo' raggity a**, better be gla**ed, 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 f** out my zone Guess you gotta go s** another trucker or so Yeah, fall in love with a motherf**er, you hoe Back on my own, got a new address on my phone Tryna find her house, cause we 'bout 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 f** around) Nothing can slow Me when I roll (I don't f** around) The rain and the snow Tryna push me off road (I don't f** around) But I'm gonna blow And go out like Monroe (I don't f** 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 cla**ics And I pour acid on plastics Hara**ing these f*ggots, sporadic Who happs to be catching a habit Of not practice And nah, I ain't sarcastic I ain't no ba*tard When I say s** 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 f** around) Nothing can slow Me when I roll (I don't f** around) The rain and the snow Tryna push me off road (I don't f** around) But I'm gonna blow And go out like Monroe (I don't f** around) Feeling so pro People they know (I don't f** around) Nothing can slow Me when I roll (I don't f** around) The rain and the snow Tryna push me off road (I don't f** around) But I'm gonna blow And go out like Monroe (I don't f** around) One more time!