#dontwannahearit ft. j373 Lyrics

I'm a muthafuckin' goat, they don't wanna hear it

Bad bitch got me sick, I wonder if she cure it

Rappin' kinda hungry, so I need some fuckin' hummus

Keepin' it a stack, yeah, these ain't no fuckin' ones, bitch

(Tactical nuke, incoming)

I'm a muthafuckin' goat, they don't wanna hear it

Bad bitch got me sick, I wonder if she cure it

Rappin' kinda hungry, so I need some fuckin' hummus

Keepin' it a stack, yeah, these ain't no fuckin' ones, bitch

And I'm just goin' with the punches

Layne coughin' so hard, he don't know where his lungs is

And I'm callin' up a taxi

Shit was kinda fake, i'm getting head up in the back seat

(My thirty-four year old daughter Danielle is extremely anorexic and bulimic)

(Waici, you bitch)

What the fuck you doin'? You got kids, you a deadbeat

Nah, I'm not off beat, just too fast, like an athlete

Bitch, I'm way too high, you will never catch me

And I'm cruising 'round with my muhfuckin' bestie, bestie, bestie

(Waici, you bitch)

What the fuck you doin'? You got kids, you a deadbeat

Nah, I'm not off beat, just too fast, like an athlete

Bitch, I'm way too high, you will never catch me

And I'm cruising 'round with my muhfuckin' bestie

Shoot with the lefty, her booty hefty

She's on my balls, yeah, she's all on my testi's

Like why you texting me? Not finna sell you Ecstasy

Cooking forest tapes, oh, yeah, I got the recipe

She a lil' ho wanting to get the best of me

Come back lil' bitch, I'm here

Got these diamonds in my ear

Got these diamonds in my ear

(Tactical nuke, incoming)

(Hey, this is art, cooking, is art)