Don - Three Cheers to Sweet Revenge Lyrics

I don't wanna talk
I don't give a f*ck
You should me lone
Cause that's all that I want
Why you f*cking up the plan
Hating bitches I can't stand
When I make it they'll be Stans
Iced out Rollie on my hand

All I care about is the music that I make
If you got a problem get the f*ck up out my face
I just want some ice and I want my neck to bling
Donic with the surf, Dragonite with the beam
I don't pop no molly but I'm smoking on some weed
I don't sip the lean, but I been drinking beer too heavily
When I'm mixing up the vibe that's when I'm feeling heavenly
If I overdose Zanarkand is where they sending me

Imma pour three out for me
Imma sip it till it's gone
My conscience finally fading out
And I'm finally getting what the f*ck want

Your responsibilities, they too wack
Sipping till I get a heart attack
I'll be smoking till it's cardiac arrest
It's a new renaissance like a fest
Your shit is corny I cannot digress
Your bitch think of me more and you like less
I don't need to bust out with a strap
You'll be running laps when I buss out with facts

You a lil bitch and you know it's a fact
You be snitching, you can't ever take it back
Always smoking but you never got a sack
Always hit me with the "bro I'll hit you back"
You ain't ever gonna hit it back
Common sense is what these f*cking peasants lack
Cause soon to come is gonna be them racks
But it's too late refuse to hit you back
I just heard your shit and it all sound like trash
Yeah I'd race you to the finish but you'll crash
I just hit up Coco and she got that ass
Bitches come and go they still clapped

I don't wanna talk
I don't give a f*ck
You should me lone
Cause that's all that I want
Why you f*cking up the plan
Hating bitches I can't stand
When I make it they'll be Stans
Iced out Rollie on my hand