Watchung House - Metal Gear Lyrics

I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck
Imma f*ck in the back of my imaginary Bentley truck
Grab the cash yea i make a buck
Hit the dash yea
They wan see what's up
They wan see what's up
I'm the king of the jungle the bag i don't fumble, i'm grippin it never gon slip
Hakuna Matata a nigga like Simba i pour up some Henny the liquor I sip
Sippin' the end of my days and i run to the end zone these niggas they throwin' a fit
Be hidin' my face in the mask and i see how they envy the way they be playin' my shit
Playing it up, playing it saying we up
You know we coming, like George of the jungle
We running, we swinging up straight to the top
Don't know what's up
Doing it all like it's easy
Give me the keys, I'm gon drive from the back of the bus
I never front
Running it up like a business, you got it, you give it to us
This a pipe dream, this a pipe dream
Running at yo neck cause yo neck on green
This a pipe dream, this a pipe dream
Running at yo neck cause yo neck on green
This a pipe dream, this a pipe dream
Running at yo neck cause yo neck on green
This a pipe dream, this a pipe dream
Running at yo neck cause yo neck on green
I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck
Imma f*ck in the back of my imaginary Bentley truck
Grab the cash yea i make a buck
Hit the dash yea
They wan see what's up
They wan see what's up
Now y'all taking notice
Had to slow it down to spoken so y'all catch the focus
Like we ain't some poets
Spent no time revising, we been up reloading
Till we pull up to you, open with that magnum opus
Cum laude or Magna Carta
Coming for that throne, for that top scholar,
We that top dollar
Shot caller, start smaller, it's true beginnings
No luck from it, that's superstition, true religion
I ain't having it
Reaching boy you never bagging it
Snitches babbling
Buss his head open like cabinets
What's up bro
What's up, what's up bro
You don't really know
I'm a king pin nigga
We eliminate the foes
What's up bro
What's up, what's up bro