Lyrics

Yeah Is it recording Just let it record, don't stop aight? Allow me to introduce myself, my name is King of Connecticut Motherfuckers Apathy I'mma do this CD and it's just me Not a bunch of motherfuckers who don't know me Only family and people I consider my homies Anything else on the wheel just phony These faggot motherfuckers trying to claim my throne B I'm 203 860 OG [?] groupie hoes Back to the studio Since the days of Steezo, Chris Lowe and Julio Y'all on the other hand, nah, you don't fool me bro Ask my man Emilio (tú eres un estúpido) Ap is the king here Havе some fun this year Do your little thing dog but lеt me make this clear Y'all are struggling to try to get it buzzin', cousin Local spins, local things— Stop frontin, that's nothing I could get it poppin' with a touch of a button When you leave your backyard, then you really sayin' something I was on stage in Paris (Reppin' CT) On stage in Germany (Reppin' CT) Even on stage in Italy (Reppin' CT) I'm the reason why London knows of CT From LA to Hawaii, all because of me Spittin' abstract internationally Got Japanese fans screaming "Apathy!" "Konnichiwa, ishiba!" What you sayin' in your song? But still you say... "They don't know me in my own backyard" "They don't know me in my own backyard" "They don't know me in my own backyard" What you doin? You a fucking retard? There's only one crown, clown, Ap is holdin' it Got a little message for you cats approaching it Yeah I'll take it serious I'll snap you over it I'll spray up your body like Axe deodorant Welcome to the mixtape motherfuckers What I'd like you to do— I don't care if it's winter— You should roll all your car windows down Turn it all the way up You like me? Probably reading credits right now Or getting your dick sucked by a high school girl You a fan already? Been waiting for the album? Just a little taste right here Your first time hearing me? You're in luck 'Cause I'm fucking nice! You are now rocking with Apathy