DG Yola - Ain't Gone Let Up lyrics
[DG Yola] Yeah, n***a Yeah Yola Yeah You already know Yeah Self made Yeah ATL Yeah All out Yeah (Verse 1) See I Don't know What y'all been told But, I Gotta ke-keep me a big Bank roll Yes, a fat bag of that sticky and some bad a** hoes So when I step out on the scene s**ers already know To start hatin' (Start hatin') Start talkin' 'bout my clothes You see I'm pimped out, come try to knock me for my hoes I'm a real n***a So ain't gone bottom, any goes Ain't gone trick 'round with that b**h And I gone hang around my foes I'm a get money, n***a So f** it, I kick some doors Hit the blunt like the sun And get rid of all the show You can call me a don Cause of the way I flow Hey, I'm a good role model Just look at me as a pro Gangstas go to raise me So it's Gutta until I die Til no s**ers hate me You can see it in they eyes When I come around, they frown Did wanna let me down But when I leave Them ba*tards talk about me like a clown But I don't give a f** [Hook: DG Yola] I ain't gone give up (I don't give a f**, n***a) No, I ain't gone let up (I don't give a f**, n***a) No, I ain't gone shut up (I don't give a f**, n***a) And ain't gone never let no man come (I don't give a f**, n***a) Get, to, me (I don't give a f**, n***a) Oh no, no, no (I don't give a f**, n***a) They'll never get, to, me (I don't give a f**, n***a) Oh no, no, no, oh no, no, no (I don't give a f**, n***a) I ain't gone let up (I don't give a f**, n***a) No, I ain't gone shut up (I don't give a f**, n***a) No, I ain't gone give up (I don't give a f**, n***a) And ain't gone never let no man come (I don't give a f**, n***a) Get, to, me (I don't give a f**, n***a) Oh no, no, no (I don't give a f**, n***a) They'll never get, to, me (I don't give a f**, n***a) Oh no, no, no, oh no, no, no (I don't give a f**, n***a) {*DG Yola ad-libs*} (Verse 2) I, just, don't Give a f** Cause I'm all locked with it The game ain't dirty, man, it just the n***as in it You can't even wear a jersey They try to peep ya town You can't smoke a blunt or kush Cause you 'round too many crowds n***a, get yourself together Go get your brain a bath Go to church Start listenin', get on the right path Ya steady on, ya, study wrong, ya, get it in or get gone Live fake, you'll die fake And that just the way it goes I'm a gangsta young n***a So I keep my mouth closed My ears and eyes open So I can focus on the sh** Around me I know they gone down me But all I wonder why in the f** would they come around me I gotta stay down I'm a shine like a light Stomp on all these co*karoaches Whether I'm wrong or if I'm right n***a Hey, I get money That somethin' I like to do You say motherf** me Naw, motherf** YOU! And I don't give a f** [Repeat Hook] {*DG Yola ad-libs*}