Rembrandt...Run It Back (feat. Vince Staples)

You don't give a damn, then we don't give a fuck

On God, I been waitin' for one of y'all

Pussy **** to buck

Still starvin', ribs touchin'

Touch the team and you get touched

Like homescreen buttons

Hoes scream loud, Jennifer Hudson when them things start bustin'

Alright, shit talk and slick talk

Pissed off, stick talk

Diss track, get mad

Rap ****, big trash

Yo squad, my squad

Mismatch, piss ants

Cheese chase, gym rats

Picture paint, Rembrandts

Tree trunk, thin branch

I leave, come back

This fall, diss all y'all **** I came up with

My what a bit of a change up

These **** lame, we in minimal danger

I got the banger, you give me the next my ****

Put me in the game and I'm ready to play

I'm anxious, put the mothafuckin' bank on it

Big nuts, hangin', big bucks, bringin', fuck 'em all

No slut shamin', money in the Cayman, I'm appalled

**** swear they bangin', feds got 'em sangin', on the squad

Crack rock slangin', on blacktop pavement, tryna ball

Line 'em up, on the wall, breathe deep, final call

Knee deep, squeeze three, beep-beep, Tylenol

Pulled up, one deep, no squad, just me

Just God, no prob

Real **** tend to fuck with me

No jewellery, no stunt from me

Just a Bentley truck, and a empty cup

Or whatever that is

You too concerned 'bout how clever that is

Me? I'm concerned how much bread that it is

Or lettuce that is, I been got my momma

I'll get off of this, I'm, fuckin' the game

You **** is lame, you won't even get a lil head out of this

Bet I'm a miss, you **** is dense

My hits goin' over the fence

How is you **** so rich? I'm not so convinced

My wrist costed more than your whip

And I don't wear that no more, that shit there look tacky

Yeah I'm the GOAT, no **** don't at me

Put on your coat, the world gon' get colder

This is my year, don't say I ain't told ya ****

You don't give a damn, then we don't give a fuck

On God, I been waitin' for one of y'all

Pussy **** to buck

Still starvin', ribs touchin'

Touch the team and you get touched

Like homescreen buttons

Hoes scream loud, Jennifer Hudson when them things start bustin'

Ay, ay ****, ay, ay

Ay, yo, uh-uh

Ay, yo

Ay ain't this that? Um

Ay ain't this the Dreamville shit? This the, um

I had a dream, I had a Glock

I had a Beam, run it back

I had a dream, she in Celine

I'm in Supreme, run it back

Yeah I had the dream, I had the guap

I hit the green, run it back

Ready to go, ready to score

Ready for war, run it back

I'm finna bring the summer back

I'm finna bring the Hummer back

Snuck my gun in the function

I bust, he not comin' back

Dummy racks, hundred stacks

Police killed 'bout a hundred blacks

Don't get killed tryna run a lap

**** don't get killed tryna run a