制作
出演艺人
Drakeo the Ruler
声乐
作曲和作词
Darrell Caldwell
词曲作者
制作和工程
Bankroll Got It
制作人
Chambers
制作人
Diego Ave
制作人
Navin Upamaka
混音工程师
歌词
[Verse 1]
We are not the same, you don't have enough ice
I lift up my sleeve, and damn, I almost went blind
It's gon' be really hard to see me under strobe lights (Diego)
If you see me with that fin, ****, don't mind me (Bankroll Got It)
He tried to run up on a chop, I had to clothesline him
Sneak dissin' on the 'net got me dumbfounded
It's gon' be a lot of funerals and closed caskets
They was screamin' free me and now it go backwards
[Chorus]
Ain't worried 'bout them comments on the 'net
Shooters with me that's gon' leave a **** stretched
Who don't like me? I came in rockin' Cartier, Patek
Sneak dissin' when I know you is a fan, I'm too icy
Ain't worried 'bout them comments on the 'net
Shooter with me that's gon' leave a **** stretched
Who don't like me? I came in rockin' Cartier, Patek
Sneak dissin' when I know you is a fan, I'm too icy (Shit)
I ain't worried 'bout them comments 'cause I'm way too icy (Shit, ****)
I ain't worried 'bout them comments, ****, fuck who don't like me
[Verse 2]
If you dig it, then you gotta get the shovel
Mud spillin' while I'm dancin' with the devil
I'm a villain, but the Lord will be my shepherd
Stick talk, left his body like a leper
Once again, can't nobody do it better
A punk rocker, I be playin' heavy metal
This was all thought in fifty-three hundred
I love the 'fit, but I gotta rock a drum with it
These is Ballys, from the police, I'ma run in 'em
I'm a felon on parole, plus there's guns in here
Ain't from the streets, I suggest you don't come in here
I flood the studio with Neiman Marcus shopping bags
[Chorus]
Ain't worried 'bout them comments on the 'net
Shooters with me that's gon' leave a **** stretched
Who don't like me? I came in rockin' Cartier, Patek
Sneak dissin' when I know you is a fan, I'm too icy
Ain't worried 'bout them comments on the 'net
Shooter with me that's gon' leave a **** stretched
Who don't like me? I came in rockin' Cartier, Patek
Sneak dissin' when I know you is a fan, I'm too icy (Shit)
I ain't worried 'bout them comments 'cause I'm way too icy (Shit, ****)
I ain't worried 'bout them comments, ****, fuck who don't like me
[Verse 3]
**** don't like me, and I'm glad they let me know it
I'm gon' sit outside his mama house, then read a poem
Don't worry 'bout them Bentleys double-parked, that's just a song
Good punchlines, but I'ma do a **** wrong
Where was **** at when I was sittin' in the can?
Where was **** at when I ran through two hundred bands?
I'ma slap a **** 'til he wake up out his dream
Then tell him how I left his BM house and it was cream
What is real money? You don't even know the meaning
To wake up up in heaven, but still go to sleep a demon
What is real money? You don't even know the meaning
To wake up up in heaven, but still go to sleep a demon, the Ruler
[Chorus]
Ain't worried 'bout them comments on the 'net
Shooters with me that's gon' leave a **** stretched
Who don't like me? I came in rockin' Cartier, Patek
Sneak dissin' when I know you is a fan, I'm too icy
Ain't worried 'bout them comments on the 'net
Shooter with me that's gon' leave a **** stretched
Who don't like me? I came in rockin' Cartier, Patek
Sneak dissin' when I know you is a fan, I'm too icy (Shit)
I ain't worried 'bout them comments 'cause I'm way too icy (Shit, ****)
I ain't worried 'bout them comments, ****, fuck who don't like me
Written by: Darrell Caldwell
