Dalton Abshire (Hvy) - I Don't Wanna Know (feat. Hvy & TrvpNick) lyrics

[BTK: Verse 1] It's like, here lately I just can't seem to write Unless I'm stupid exhausted Who would've thought that I'd be up on this lyrical curse Spear on your shirt, but I hated that place Never wanted to wake up and go show my face To a bunch of judgemental teenagers and waste My time, when I would have bigger plans I've never been to a dance, 'cause I won't Dance with these hoes I used to stay low key Crazy white boy, with this crazy a** dream That he would be whippin' a foreign He would be tourin' the world The way that it seemed, the stress what too much Boy I had to leave, now I'm a ghost to the city Go ahead and grieve I set up multiple hours of bringin' this label From up off the street, but wait- Lemme take you back to when it was a dream Me and four boys made a label up We called it "Double M" Black hats with the white M's Them boys tryna make M's We used to find free beats online and write lyrics At first it just for fun But then we kept writin' tracks till' the sun came up Give a f** what a hoe wanna say about me Give a f** what ya' man gotta say We run this f**in' city, this is my place Yeah [TrvpNick: Hook] I don't wanna know what they say about me My watch gon' tick and the birds gon' sing We can make love, but I'd rather make a M And she just want d** just to make her forget I know that they watchin' Blue hunnid's in the wind When I toss em' Half a bottle in, I'm on it [Hvy: Verse 2] I hit a little bit of the green And hit the mic and yes she like it I'm the King, I got the right to mesmerize All of the team, gettin' excited Awaitin' the new release I got em hatin' but bitin' off my swag So bad they mad I got the team straight Never try to diss us, get the business Get the green, aye, gettin' all the fiends faded Smokin' gasoline, I made it out of the mud I mean, they is nowhere to be seen Forsaken flow, there's no defeatin' it My sh** is f**in' sinkin' ships Ya boat will get no lenient You know that I'm the captain Cannons blastin', whatchu mean You with action, b**h retreat If he a half a f**in' genius Best get back or get deleted It's a fact that B.A.D is f**in' bad And yeah I'm back, slick ba*tard With the mic, spittin' whack sh** - never that, get the facts straight Wigga' spittin' thrax Flames blastin' up outta my mouth Get that outta my house [TrvpNick: Hook] [TrvpNick: Verse 3] Ion wanna know what they talkin' bout Less it bout money Call you Ryan Reynolds, but the way he actin' I never drop salt, I'm too much of a hustler Take you to the booth, worried bout nothin' But construction, take you to the grove Take you out to eat somewhere She ain't never swimmin', wear bikinis all muddy I can't trust these b**hes, I'd rather trust my blunt And when it burn out that means you talkin' too much Stay down like ants, cause sticky like jam These rappers washed out, jellyfish on sand All I do is science like chemists Go deep as a dentist, back and forth like situps Can't talk, you got hiccups I'm a Bread Winner, known born sinner Make ya body shiver, T-R-V-P Sharper than a scissor, run it like Flintstone Make her a** clap like a flip phone [TrvpNick: Hook x3]